open rp post
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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
I'm saying you're young at heart
Date: 2013-12-14 02:23 pm (UTC)I haven't yet.
[For more reason than just studying. Hogsmeade is a place of commerce; she has to save what she has for her robes, her books, and everything else. But she's not about to talk about all that; I study would be reason enough regardless of her financial status, and it will suffice.]
Why?
plays frank sinatra for you also i hope your loins were girded well!
Date: 2013-12-30 08:14 pm (UTC)No-- hang on. You've seriously never gone. Not even in third year? Once?
So girded that you'd think they were bridges
Date: 2013-12-31 05:00 am (UTC)No. Not even in third year. I'm hardly alone in that, I'm certain.
or girdles
Date: 2013-12-31 10:21 pm (UTC)Unbelievable. That's-- right.
[And here's a moment of resolution, because this is something important--]
Right. We're changing that.
or garbles
Date: 2014-01-01 04:57 am (UTC)[Mildred stares at Mirsam like she's said something shocking - which is perhaps a slight overreaction. It is not a shocking thing, but it's surprising, and a bit confusing. Why Black would care - ]
I...That's...Why? Is it truly something of significance I'm missing?
grables
Date: 2014-01-01 11:31 pm (UTC)[She stares at Mildred Edgeworth--who she has never particularly liked or disliked. She has generally never felt very much for Mildred Edgeworth at all, honestly. A prefect. A Ravenclaw. No one she really knows. But this is-- unthinkable. This is never having been to Hogsmeade. Who the hell doesn't go to Hogsmeade? Hogsmeade is one of the best bloody places on earth.]
You're missing out on Hogsmeade. Hogsmeade! The Three Broomsticks, Zonko's--there's bookstores, I'll bet you're mad for bookstores--
clark gable
Date: 2014-01-02 02:04 am (UTC)I'm mad for libraries. Not bookstores.
clark kent
Date: 2014-01-02 12:33 pm (UTC)[She huffs that one, rolls her eyes--but she's not thrown off so easily; a second later and she's narrowed her eyes at Mildred again.]
I mean it. You're coming.
lois lane
Date: 2014-01-02 02:54 pm (UTC)[Her hand comes up to the neck of her robes to fiddle, nervously and self-consciously, with them.]
I do not have anything I need. The point of shopping is only ever to buy necessities, is it not?
lois lowry
Date: 2014-01-02 05:24 pm (UTC)[She raises her eyebrows.]
Wow. Are you actually a ninety-year-old? Edgeworth, the point of shopping is only ever to spend money, who cares how you're doing it or why-- come on! You've never just bought something for the hell of it?
nigella lawson
Date: 2014-01-02 05:36 pm (UTC)[That's accompanied by a frown. And she's not precisely happy revealing this much, but she does allow:]
Buying something for the hell of it would mean deviating from my budget. I keep a very strict budget.
lucy lawless
Date: 2014-01-02 06:02 pm (UTC)[She isn't sorry. And this conversation is basically over. Mirsam knows now what to do with Mildred Edgeworth. She pushes her hands in her pockets, totally self-assured with this, and briskly goes on.]
So, next weekend, then? In Hogsmeade. I have some thing to do before I start guiding you around.
lucy pevensie
Date: 2014-01-03 06:06 pm (UTC)[For some reason, the logical, reasonable, intelligent thing to do - lie about the fact that she's busy then - does not occur to Mildred. Instead, she says, for some bizarre reason - ]
I - could do that, yes, but...
[And then, like this is going to work - ]
I quite doubt that you should like to spend such time on such an endeavor -
aslaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan
Date: 2014-01-03 08:14 pm (UTC)[Dismissively, she tosses her hair.]
Edgeworth? Shut up. I'll see you Saturday. Three Broomsticks, it's easy to find, but don't get lost because I don't actually want to wander around looking for you.
I KNOW HIM also aggressive timeskip, who needs them saying goodbye, right
Date: 2014-01-04 03:26 pm (UTC)[This is so utterly stupid. So utterly stupid. But - she doesn't have any excuses that wouldn't give offense, and Mirsam just saved her from injury; she's not about to allow offense to occur. So, finally, she just shuts up - ]
Fine.
[Which is not precisely a graceful thank-you, but it's the best she could do. And, indeed, that Saturday, she does show up at said Three Broomsticks - precisely on time, naturally, because even when she is reluctant to do something, promptness is a virtue - and waits there, winter cloak pulled tightly about her throat, a look of uncertainty on her face, unknowing whether it is etiquette to purchase a beverage when one is but using this place as a meeting place.]
timeskips are my bread and butter
Date: 2014-01-04 05:49 pm (UTC)But a lecture isn't a way to start this trip together. So she gets her fireworks and then wanders, idly, towards the Three Broomsticks. And there's Edgeworth, waiting, tense, like she's waiting to sit an exam instead of waiting to have a good time.
Mirsam smiles to herself and shakes her head, before she slumps over to Edgeworth.]
Did you order?
mmmmm bread and butter
Date: 2014-01-04 06:17 pm (UTC)Is one obligated to?
[Idiotically, she feels stupidly close to panic because of just that. Mildred is a powerful witch, absurdly adept at spellwork; she's an excellent and diligent prefect; she matched a school record, a few months back, for OWLs - but being out of her element sends her into a tizzy.]
i want some fresh bread maybe i will make some. churn some butter.
Date: 2014-01-04 09:11 pm (UTC)[She stops in front of Edgeworth and gives her a quick once-over. Stressed, definitely stressed. Why she would be stressed at the Three Broomsticks--where the prevailing mood is one of bright good cheer, especially when the pub is half-full of students on a bit of a holiday from studying--well, why anyone would be stressed in such a location is quite beyond Mirsam. But if anyone could manage to be stressed, in this case, it is Mildred Edgeworth, and here she is.]
Calm down, would you, I think you might-- burst a blood vessel in a moment, or something.
man I actually sort of enjoy churning butter no lie
Date: 2014-01-11 02:28 am (UTC)[Her jaw clenches shut as she realizes that her voice is just a little bit too loud; she drops her volume - ]
I will not burst a blood vessel. And no, I don't want - anything here. I don't drink alcohol.
you would, ya quaker
Date: 2014-01-13 07:14 am (UTC)Shouting in pubs over innocent questions is an excellent way to burst a blood vessel, y'know. And start a fight. You don't need to drink alcohol, you could have a butterbeer.
Please tell me you have at least had a butterbeer.