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

[likedillinger]

I don't suppose you'll buy 'just passing through', huh? [ of course she'll have questions. he knew that coming here, but he hasn't let himself really admit that maybe the reason he picked the roadhouse is because he actually needs to talk about it. ] It's a long story.

[lightgunhustler]

You know I won't.

[She's never bought excuses like that, not from anyone and definitely not from him.]

Besides, if you were just passin' through or just wanted to say hello, you might've picked up a phone sometime. Instead, we don't see you for months at a time, if that.

[She passes him his drink across the bar, potent enough that she can still smell it from where she's standing.]

[likedillinger]

We can't always guarantee what direction the job's gonna take us. [ not to mention, they get caught up in their own drama and they don't always feel like dragging anyone else into it. ] You know how it goes.

[lightgunhustler]

[She does know how it goes, but a part of her is still sour. Some part of her wanted to think she was special enough to merit a phone call, important enough-- but no. Some things didn't go both ways. She just hated having to accept that this was probably going to be one of those things.]

Alright. So what now?

[She leans against the bar opposite him, arms folded.]

Pretty late for just a drink. You lookin' to bend someone's ear about your problems?

[She raises an eyebrow, expectant.]

[likedillinger]

You're really getting this bartender angle down, you know that? [ look at him... stalling when it comes to emotions. shock, gasp. ]

[lightgunhustler]

I'm good at what I do.

[Here and everywhere else-- bartending, hunting. She's standing firm on the fact that she's hunter material, no matter what he or her mother says.]

Means people tell me things. Comes in handy. I hear useful stuff.

[likedillinger]

I bet you do. [ he's serious about that, at least. ]



It's Sam. [ of course. WHAT ELSE WOULD IT EVER BE. ]

[lightgunhustler]

Of course.

[She resists the urge to sigh. No kidding. What else would it ever be?]

You gonna tell me what's goin' on?

[likedillinger]

He took off.

[lightgunhustler]

[Real informative, Deano. She sighs heavily, shifting her weight against the bar, raising an eyebrow.]

Gonna give me any context with that? We talking pissed, or something else?

[likedillinger]

You know he gets. Decides that I'm tryin' to tell him how to live his life, when all I want is for him to not get himself killed. Or worse.

[lightgunhustler]

Right, the usual.

[Though she's a tiny bit skeptical concerning Dean's spin on it. She knows it comes from a good place, that it's because he cares, but he and Sam have always seemed to have trouble meeting in the middle, and it takes two to cause a struggle like that.]

So what kind of danger is he running into headfirst this time, huh?