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Courtney ([personal profile] prospitian) wrote in [community profile] braintrapeze2015-01-06 11:20 pm

Call Me Out! ☆ Permanent Open RP Post

Call Me Out !
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or pick anyone else on my full muselist!
» Make a comment calling out any of my characters by putting their name in the subject line.
» Include a starter. Or don't! I don't care! If you don't, a geeeeneral idea of what you're looking to play would be nice so I can throw something together.
» This is open to everyone, regardless of whether or not we've played or even talked before! Even you, random stranger stumbling upon this other stranger's musebox probably through my resources posts or something, are welcome to tag this.

I'm not interested in playing smut or physical torture, or anything involving alcohol or drugs unless we've already discussed it.

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heptagram: (Vᴏʏᴀɢᴇ ᴀᴜ ʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴅᴇ ʟᴀ ɴᴜɪᴛ)


[personal profile] heptagram 2015-04-13 01:07 am (UTC)(link)
[Patchouli landed in Nimbasa City, at the southern end of town. It's not as though Kalos didn't have big cities or anything -- they certainly did -- but Patchouli was not really expecting something so busy. It could have been Castelia, she reasoned, as she advanced through the city. She was probably getting a lot of stares. After all, her outfit was ridiculous.

Sure, the outfit close to her body was fine -- a short white dress that barely passed her knees with frills all along the edges -- but it was what she wore over that that was a little weird. At about her waist hung what appeared to be a wrought iron cage structure which extended down to about... halfway between the knee and the ankle. At fairly regular intervals around it there were little extensions holding partially-melted candles. Upon her head was perched a black tiara with a candle-holder in the middle, as well. Around her neck she wore a black choker with a tiny light in. Lastly, she wore black shoes, with fairly short heels, maybe no higher than an inch tall.

She's going for something Chandelure-like -- maybe sensible, she's Kalos' Ghost-type Gym Leader, from... possibly Anistar City? Let's go with that.

Anyway, she had someone she was very specifically going to see today, so she made her way to the Nimbasa City gym, and gave a light tap on the door.]

Are you in today?

['d probably be better if Elesa showed up behind her and interrupted her or something.]
Edited (ahahaha i fucked something up whoops) 2015-04-13 07:33 (UTC)
modeling: (THUNDER.)

[personal profile] modeling 2015-05-14 01:40 am (UTC)(link)
[Well, it looks like Elesa came back from her latest outing just in time. Staying in the gym might have been a better choice, knowing she had a guest coming to arrive, but five minutes at a corner store for some snacks couldn't hurt, right?

She's sashaying up the street towards her gym and even from behind, Patchouli is impossible not to recognize; she may just be the single most avant garde person Elesa knows and she loves it.

In her excitement, she almost cries out and bolts down the sidewalk to greet her—but no, that won't do; Patchouli hasn't noticed her yet and this is too prime an opportunity for mischief. Elesa hefts her grocery bag to dangle from her shoulder, and approaches Patchouli as quietly as her stilettos will allow. Slowly, slowly—a hasty movement, a rustling sound could ruin everything—she reaches her hands out (it's a strain to reach from behind that glorious cage of hers, but being tall means long limbs) and places them over Patchouli's eyes.

Guess who.
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[personal profile] heptagram 2015-05-14 02:00 am (UTC)(link)
[Well. That was different. Kind of. Her friend could be quite playful -- especially in slightly more private conditions. She just hadn't entirely been expecting this, okay. But she knows who it is as a result. Who else would do something like this?

So, time to be a bit of a buzzkill, I guess.]

Hmmm... Well, let's see...

I don't think the cage moved at all? As though the person behind me were someone intimately familiar with my outfit?

Plus, Elesa, I could pick out your voice anywhere.

So? Am I right?

[personal profile] modeling 2015-05-18 03:47 am (UTC)(link)
Ohh, so sorry! That was the wrong answer! [She makes a noise that's supposed to sound like a buzzer, probably. Her giggles remain unrestrained, though; keeping her obvious identity secret doesn't matter as much as drawing out the shenanigans for as long as she can.] The true identity of your beauteous blinder is—

[And she takes Patchouli by the shoulders and spins her around. Elesa beams when she stops Patchouli so they face each other.] Haha! It's so good to see you!

[She lunges forward to bring Patchouli into a hug. This time she only avoids the costume enough to keep them from getting hurt and/or lit ablaze.]
heptagram: (L'Œᴜᴠʀᴇ ᴀᴜ ɴᴏɪʀ)

[personal profile] heptagram 2015-05-19 01:26 am (UTC)(link)
Likewise, Elesa! [She smiles, although she does become a little worried as she hugs her. Mostly because her outfit is pretty dangerous even if it does look great!]

Just... just be careful, alright? I guess maybe when we get inside I can take this off so you don't hurt yourself. I'm okay with you seeing me without it, you know. As long as it's just you.
modeling: (BOLT STRIKE.)

[personal profile] modeling 2015-06-03 05:02 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, I know what I'm doing, don't you worry.

[When she pulls away, she gives Patchouli and her ridiculous outfit a once-over.] I love it, you know I do, but I think we might have to set it aside either way. I have so much to show you, you know, but even if the ensemble fits on the ferris wheel, the operators might not want an open flame in those compartments.
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[personal profile] heptagram 2015-06-03 10:13 am (UTC)(link)
Yes, that's quite true. I believe I probably made a fair few folks stare, too.

I imagine they'd also want this one put out, too. [She points to the candle in her headpiece. It's been there the whole time, I swear.] I'm certain that you can fix that, right?

[It's a cute shippy thing, right? In a REALLY bizarre way?]
blind_badass: (conjecture)

[personal profile] blind_badass 2015-06-01 11:01 pm (UTC)(link)
It was his turn to cook and after a long day of plugging away at his graduate thesis, Snake felt like having something decent for a meal. Ramen only held so much charm. But what to make? He flipped through a braille cookbook and read some recipes.
fourleafcleaver: (but if you're troubled and hurt)

[personal profile] fourleafcleaver 2015-06-01 11:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Cooking meant prep work to be done and fires that needed an eye kept on, so Clover lingered nearby, perusing the cabinets. Good thing it wasn't her turn to cook because no amount of staring at ingredients helped her figure out what she was in the mood for.

"What're you thinking?"
blind_badass: (conjecture)

[personal profile] blind_badass 2015-06-02 12:56 am (UTC)(link)
"I like this one." He patted the recipe. "Broccoli with bowtie pasta, prosciutto and toasted breadcrumbs. It sounds civilized enough, but I might need to run to the store." They had broccoli since he helped keep them both healthy with his shopping habits but the prosciutto? Not really.
fourleafcleaver: (but if you're troubled and hurt)

[personal profile] fourleafcleaver 2015-06-02 03:33 am (UTC)(link)
"I can go if you want!" She pulled her phone out of her pocket; she'd be helpless if she didn't get a list down somewhere. "It sounds great. What do we need?"
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[personal profile] blind_badass 2015-06-03 12:43 am (UTC)(link)
Snake ticked the ingredients off on his fingers. "Bowtie pasta. Prosciutto. Bread crumbs. Mozerella." He listed a few more ingredients, along with fresh garlic bread.

"It'll be a lovely meal. Do you need any money?"
curedham: (i'm the fox you've been waiting for!)

for ~catmagnet, this is not the way a cmo post is supposed to be used and idc

[personal profile] curedham 2015-07-20 09:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[Hey Kongwai, has the regret regarding deciding to accompany L'Arachel to the airport set in yet?

No? Well, the hotel microwave is on fire. L'Arachel looks, at worst, mildly disgruntled, standing in front of it with her arms folded.

This simply won't do...

[How about now.]
Edited 2015-07-20 21:42 (UTC)
catmagnet: (it's like a cat on hot bricks)

[personal profile] catmagnet 2015-07-20 10:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Not a day goes by without him regretting it at least once. So when he comes in after an obligatory grocery run and sees the fire, he can't say he's too surprised that everything's going up in smoke again. ]


[ His first reaction is to cast Spread to, well, spread some water and put out that fire. Easy enough, right?

...Unfortunately for them, his lack of knowledge regarding microwaves means he didn't take its electrical nature into account. Goodbye, microwave. ]
curedham: (get down ladies you got nothing to lose!)

[personal profile] curedham 2015-07-20 10:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, Kongwai! You're just in time.

[It takes the water spell for her to even notice he's shown up. She claps her hands together, pleased. When she pulls the microwave door open, smoke billows out, nautrally. Coughing, L'Arachel recoils, and scampers (how she manages to scamper in heels is anyone's guess) a few feet back to leave some space for the microwave to empty out.

...There's a lot of smoke. Do we really want to see what she put in there.

How was the grocery tr— [And that's the smoke alarm.

Down the hall, the horse makes some loud distressed whinnying noises.

(Getting the horse here was definitely an adventure.)

Instead of dealing with these problems, L'Arachel just yells over the noise like a reasonable person:
] How was the grocery trip?! [why]
catmagnet: (satisfaction brought it back)

[personal profile] catmagnet 2015-07-20 10:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Why, L'Arachel, why. Kongwai takes the time to sigh once before gently dropping the grocery bags on the floor. ]

It went...swimmingly.

[ Since someone needs their priorities straight, Kongwai leaves it at that so he can head to the source of that infernal alarm. He wasn't sure why it was ringing, but he'd bet a book that it was related to their smokey microwave. ]

Now, how do we turn this off?

[ Here's hoping they can fix this before unwanted characters show up. ]
Edited 2015-07-20 22:39 (UTC)
curedham: (i'll give you something to live for)

[personal profile] curedham 2015-07-20 11:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Excellent. [Her priorities could be better, because the first thing she does is go to investigate the grocery bags and see what fantastic modern treats he's brought them this time. Did he remember the Oreos.

Except, okay, maybe something should be done about the smoke alarm. After some contemplative posing and humming, she runs back through the kitchen to grab one of the chairs and drag it underneath where the smoke alarm sits on the ceiling.

We could take it down, perhaps. Or break it!
catmagnet: (curiosity killed the cat)

[personal profile] catmagnet 2015-07-21 12:00 am (UTC)(link)
[ Oh, don't worry about that. He remembered. He definitely remembered. He's all about avoiding any hassles regarding forgotten sweets. If there's anything he learned from traveling with other people, it's that you just don't forget grocery requests. ]

Well, we should minimize property damage. I vote for taking it down.

[ After all, Asuna would scold them again if he went with the latter option first. Plus, they probably had to pay the hotel off for the microwave already. Might as well not add to the bill more than they have to.

And so that's how Kongwai ended up trying to pry a smoke alarm off the wall. Good times.


...It's not going to come off that easily, will it? ]
curedham: (can't stay at home can't stay at school)

[personal profile] curedham 2015-07-21 01:24 am (UTC)(link)
[L'Arachel harrumphs; nobody has let her destroy anything since she got here and and it's terrible.

But it looks like doing it properly isn't getting anyone anywhere. Back to the kitchen she goes, humming and posing, and after a moment, she returns with...a spatula? She proudly presents it before her, handing it to Kongwai with a flourish.

It's a tad bent. Guess how much dumb bullshit L'Arachel has pried off of other things using this spatula. Guess what the spatula definitely isn't for.
catmagnet: (not enough room to swing a cat)

[personal profile] catmagnet 2015-07-21 01:41 am (UTC)(link)
Ah, thank you.

[ Okay, he's a good enough cook that he knows what a spatula is for. But not-so-desperate times calls for not-so-drastic measures. Time to shove that spatula under the smoke detector!

A minute later of fiddling and spatula-ing, the smoke detector falls to the floor with a clatter. ]

There we go. Hopefully that should do it.

[ ...It's far from a clean removal, but at least the alarm stopped ringing? ]
digitizeddiva: (♦ thinking/intruiged/curious)


[personal profile] digitizeddiva 2015-12-07 09:30 pm (UTC)(link)

[ what. how. where'd you come from, Miku. either way she just comes POPPING UP OUT OF NOWHERE at Lissa's side and tosses her arms around her, butting her head all up against Lissa's shoulder and in her biz ]

Lissa-chan, I'm bored, I'm bored! Let's do something! Anything!
felissaty: (we take a room that's full of strangers)

[personal profile] felissaty 2015-12-09 12:16 am (UTC)(link)
[Personal space?? Nahhh. She's used to it. Lissa loops an arm around Miku's waist, giggling as she gently butts her head against Miku's.]

Let's go for a walk! Let's go cloud-watching! Let's find some snacks! [She leans in and smooches the top of Miku's head.] Let's pull a prank on Robin! I could keep going.
digitizeddiva: (♦ pfft/giggle/laughing)

[personal profile] digitizeddiva 2016-05-03 08:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Miku beams. So does her hair. At the spot where Lissa kisses her, a flicker of light spreads out and runs down the strands of her hair until all of it has a soft glow. It's the usual display whenever she gets smooches from Lissa and yes, her hair is probably going to be like that for the rest of the day. ]

Ohhh, a prank, a prank! That sounds like it could be fun! But hmm, hmm, would we end up getting caught again, do you think?

[ excitable robot girlfriend + her glowing hair = CATLIKE TREAD ]
Edited 2016-05-03 20:41 (UTC)