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the return of the revenge of 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. 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.

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[ season... 6??? ~~the ust, so strong.~~

they have their own hotel rooms, sure, but a long day of investigating didn't leave a lot of time for catching dinner, so it's late night takeout as they go over the events of the day in mulder's room before they attempt to catch some sleep in anticipation of another call coming in.

mulder digs a fork around his box of chinese food, as he fixes her with an amused glance. ] You know, accounts of headless figures feature prominently into the mythologies of various cultures, including the infamous Dullahan, or headless horseman of Celtic fame. In fact, there's even certain legends that imply that one of the Dullahan's powers rests in how nothing can bar its path - locks and gates are said to open themselves when they approach.

Might go a long way to explain how someone or something got past that level of high security.

[ she's sitting across the table from him, fishing through her carton of general tso's chicken with a pair of chopsticks. there are others half-eaten and discarded between them - they'd battled over the remaining spring roll, and one of the file folders has a bit of duck sauce on the corner. she reaches for a napkin to wipe it off and then flips through the contents again, setting her food to one side. mulder's voice takes on a quality of background noise to her perusal; she eventually glances up right around the time he gets to the security footage. the photos are in front of her - weak evidence at best, since the quality is low. ]

How sure are you that this wasn't just some glitch in the tape - a scratch, or something? There's another projected image right here, of two people clearly in possession of their heads.

[ she tosses the photo down on a spin so that it slides to a stop in front of him. ] And there are countless ways someone could get past security. It's possible to doctor tapes, for example.

[ he's already expecting her rebuttal, practically lives for this inevitable intellectual tug of war after all this time. as much manages to make itself clear in the cheeky grin he gets as he gestures at the photo with a chopstick. ] I sent those photos to Chuck, figuring you might say that. He agreed that on first glance, it looks like it might have been static interference, something along those lines, but closer examination revealed that this kind of smudging effect would have affected the entire line horizontally, at the same level of their heads. It doesn't, though, it just starts and stops with the two figures in the foreground.

[ she knows she's proposed a hypothesis that he's already in possession of an answer for - at least based on the way his expression visibly lights up, in the way he enthusastically jabs at the pile between them with a brandished chopstick. she takes another bite of fried rice and deliberately spends time concocting a reply; she's still not completely convinced of chuck's particularly unique methods - not as much as she is impressed by mulder's ability to leap to astounding conclusions. ] So you're suggesting that these people are not attached to their heads in this photo? How, then, do you explain them being able to walk around, to - to even have basic motor skills? There clearly appear to be a man and a woman standing there. [ two people who are fairly resemblant of the two of them, she notes silently. ] It's scientifically impossible.

The dullahan are said to possess a supernatural sense of sight, one that allows them to see for miles, even in the dark. Their brains aren't, aren't missing, [ he gestures with his free hand at his own head ] they're just not attached to their physical bodies. They control the bodies remotely, almost like a remote control car. [ now he's just being a twerp, as his grin widens further and he takes a bite. ]

Don't you think someone would have noticed a set of disembodied heads by now? [ she's humoring him. the growing smile on her lips is a sign of that even as she tries to mask it by reaching for her drink. her lips wrap around the straw and thereby hide most of it but for the obvious amusement in her gaze. ] And then what - they return to their heads by sunrise?

Don't be ridiculous, Scully. [ he gets a perverse amount of pleasure out of these moments, where he gets to accuse her of pitching something unbelievable in the middle of one of his own far-fetched explanations. she makes this little face every time. it's great. ] They're not going to leave the heads out on the porch to freak out the neighbor kids.

[ her expression is only tempered by the fact that it's late, she's tired and they had a long drive here. the one solace about this place is that at least her motel room has a working air conditioning unit. she sticks her chopsticks back into the container in a silent signal of defeat. ] That still begs the question of who these people are. It wouldn't be easy to get someone to talk to a sketch artist even if there had been witnesses. [ a beat; she takes another slurping sip of her drink. ] Was there a witness?

I don't suppose you're going to say the dog counts.

[ she's not even going to dignify that with so much as a response, agent mulder. just a look. ]

We've still got one lead. [ he flicks the photo ] Our amateur photographer.

[ that's something, at least. that's what's signaled in the brief shrug of her shoulders before she officially abandons her food, too stuffed to even think of eating anymore - except, perhaps, a fortune cookie. ]

And what time are we meeting this artist?

Not until tomorrow morning. They're supposed to meet us a local diner. [ he tosses his own cookie wrapper toward the waste bin, because getting up is hard work. and misses. that can just... stay there. ] Well? [ he nods at hers ]

[ her first instinct is to go and fetch it before she remembers this isn't her room, after all; she unwraps hers after a beat, cracking the cookie in half and peeling the thin strip of paper free. ] "The fortune you seek is in another cookie."

Should we call the delivery guy back and say you got shammed?

It could very well be your fortune, right? C'mon, what did it say?

[ he makes a great show of cracking his open, spreading it out as he leans backwards in his chair, reading it with a cheeky grin. ] "The more seeds you sow, the more flowers will bloom."

[ his grin widens as he tilts his head to look at her around the slip of paper. ] Apparently, I'd better start sowing.

[ she presses her lips together in a firm line, both eyebrows raised at that particular attempt at humor. if he's looking for a stronger reaction of amusement from her, he'll have to settle. ]

Don't worry. I'm sure you'll have plenty of opportunity for your efforts to take root somewhere.

Maybe the seeds in question are theories about this case. One of them's bound to stick if we throw enough of them at the wall, isn't it?

Or at the ceiling.

[ too bad this hotel room isn't really made for pencil-tossing, huh mulder? ]

[ his specialty means nothing here. still, he grins at the reference. ] That's the spirit.

[ she leans back in her seat. the sound that follows is somewhere between a sigh and a yawn. ]

Think I'm going to call it a night.

You sure? I'm probably going to be awhile longer. [ lmao sleep what is that ]

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the return of the revenge of just rp it.

SO SORRY, rl ate me this week since one of my best friends got married ;;

no worries!!

and then my computer died. /RETURNS WITH A BRAND NEW ONE finally

YAY :DDD

it was a stressful time in my life, esp with hannibal getting canceled AT THE SAME TIME.

I am in denial. Netflix will save Hannibal, THIS IS MY DESIGN.

I want to believe.

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