open rp post

[wunderkind]

an open rp post
(it is what it says it is)

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pick a character

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leave me a comment. maybe a scenario, maybe an AU scenario, maybe a picture, maybe a word,
maybe a request to resume old game canon, maybe just a comment.
i don't care. do your worst.

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helpful note: i am currently obsessed with the Hunger Games and Christmas. can you combine those into one tag?

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let's get it on



disclaimer: we probably won't get it on
+ there are no promises i will take this seriously

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[doggedly]

[Well, paying on dates is what you do, for girls, though chances are he's not getting a snog out of this one, but--]

Queen?

[desiredhertobetheirqueen]

[She raises her eyebrows, and this next part comes out sassy]

Oh, you're one too? Marvelous, then. No need to stand on ceremony.

[doggedly]

I'm one of--

[No, now he feels as if he's missed something. Sirius has to take a half step back, and shake his head. Er...]

Sorry, no. I'm one of what, exactly? I wasn't questioning you, exactly, if that's what you mean, it's just not every day that a queen leaps out of the floo network at you.

[desiredhertobetheirqueen]

I'm sorry, the what?

[She looks back at the fireplace]

I thought it was just a fireplace that somehow attached to a rabbithole.

[Really, her life is like that.]

A bit like a wardrobe with no back. And I didn't leap out so much as I tumbled, did I? Now, would you very much like to escort me for mince pies?

[Please? Please?]

[doggedly]

The floo-- er, never mind. It's just what we call transport via fireplace.

[So she isn't a witch? Or else she isn't a witch that knows about the floo network, which means she's a very backwoods witch who has... never spoken to anyone ever.

Wardrobes?

But Sirius holds his arm out to her anyways, almost automatically. Lovely lady asking for an escort, mince pies included; he is there.]

If you tell me what a wardrobe has to do with anything at all, yeah, I will.

[desiredhertobetheirqueen]

Oh, well, there are many routes into Narnia, and one of them would be through the back of an old applewood wardrobe.

[She takes his arm, fondly]

You don't think people might find me strange, dressed like this?

[doggedly]

[A kingdom you reach via wardrobe. Right.]

Is it some sort of Vanishing Cabinet, then? Er--

[He glances down at her dress, thoughtfully.]

Jealous, maybe. Nah, I'm taking you Diagon Alley--wizards can't afford to judge people based on clothing. It's either robes or else they're always going about wearing bloomers and kilts and sleeping caps from about a hundred years ago. You'll look really stylish and modern compared to them.

So if you can stand some admiring glances...

[desiredhertobetheirqueen]

Are you a wizard? Oh, that's brilliant, can you show me some magic?

[It's easy to believe in magic when you see it on a daily basis, of course it it. She takes his arm, and swings it just a bit]

If you wanted to be admired, you would have needed to take Susan along with you. She's the real beauty, men have traveled across land and sea just to look at her.

But you're lucky, I'm the one with a more adventurous mind.

[doggedly]

[That Susan sounds like a good deal right there, yeah. Men traveling to see you because you're so beautiful is like some Helen of Troy sort of thing--but Sirius knows better than to say this to the girl who's on his arm.]

Adventurous mind, and I think you're severely underselling yourself, if that's not too forward to say. Is that too forward to say?

And yeah, I'm a wizard. You're in London, but in the magical part--or well, you soon will be, once we get there. What sort of magic d'you want to see?

[Besides instant travel, that one's a given. How else will they get to Diagon Alley from his flat?]

[desiredhertobetheirqueen]

Just a little forward, but I promise you're quite handsome enough that I won't call for your head.

[She wouldn't call for his head even if he wasn't, truthfully.

Susan's also not remotely as nice as Lucy, for all that she's called the Gentle, but that's an entirely other matter.]

Can you turn a teacup into a dormouse?

[Clearly she feels this would be very challenging.]

[doggedly]

[He laughs, genuinely pleased and amused by that sharp wit. What a good sport she is! Most girls get all weird, but she's giving as good as she gets, so far, and he likes that very much.]

I can turn a teacup into nearly anything, miss. My lady? What do I call you... well, what colour mouse would you like, answer me that one.

[desiredhertobetheirqueen]

It would be lovely if he could match my hair.

[She says it with a sunny smile.]

You can call me Lucy, if you like! If that's too informal, then I suppose your grace-

[She says that with a heavy sigh]

But Lucy is fine, just the same.