just rp it: one more time

[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. 

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. Otherwise, I'll pick or randomize someone.
Don't be afraid to ask for anybody - if I'm not feeling it, I'll be honest.
2b. Muses I would really love to play right now, in case you are having a hard time choosing:
Peter Quill, Dean Winchester, Tony Stark, Lois Lane, Regina Mills, Phil Coulson, Cordelia Chase, John Constantine, Pepper Potts, Lucifer.  Also voicetesting Jack Harkness...

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

make lara x(

[catacomber]

[ lara's in the middle of a tomb exploration, when there's a huge crashing sound from further back within as... something causes the entrance to close. there's also a voice that rings out, echoing through the chamber: ]

Well, that's not great.

THERE I MADE HER

[reliquarian]

[she tenses, hands freezing on the religious totem she had been about to lift from its spot on the altar in front of her, head craning ever so slowly in the direction of the crash and the quickly closing doors, eyes narrowing at the unwelcome voice that she doesn't recognize.]

What the bloody hell [releasing the totem carefully and turning with crossed arms and a cocked hip] do you think you're doing?

For that matter, who in the bloody hell are you?

WOO

[catacomber]

[ he at least raises his hands in a 'hey it's ok I'm not gonna immediately attack' pose, clearly very surprised to see her there for a lot of reasons ] I could ask you the same thing. Don't abandoned tombs usually tend to be a little more... abandoned?

[antiquer]

My thoughts exactly, Mr-? [he would hear the click of a gun-safety either engaging or disengaging who really knows?

After another pregnant moment where she sizes him up from the top of his head to the toes of his scuffed boots, her eyes clearly judging everything in between the two, she will finally tuck her gun back into the holster on her hip. When had she even drawn it?? Who even knows?]

[catacomber]

Drake. Nathan Drake. [ where did she get that gun from?? at least it's... away now ] And you are?

[antiquer]

Croft. Lara Croft. [her eyebrow quirks up as she copies his intro, the faintest hint of a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.]

So tell me, Mr. Drake, what are you doing in my tomb?

[catacomber]

Your tomb? Hey, I didn't see your name on it. Which would make sense, because then you'd be a little less alive.