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

Comments

timeskips are my bread and butter

[dogette]

[Mirsam has business in Hogsmeade, but business really just means buying a few large fireworks before she meets up with Edgeworth, who will likely disapprove. It's not that the fireworks are illegal, per se. They're sold, legally, by Zonko's... you just aren't meant to have them in school. But they're made for a reason, and that reason is to be enjoyed.

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

[ladyjustice]

[Mirsam looks perfectly at ease. Mildred feels like that mere fact, that comfort, makes her feel even more stressed. And that question stretches her tight as a bowstring - ]

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.

[dogette]

If you wanted to. Did you want to?

[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

[ladyjustice]

I'm not going to -

[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

[dogette]

[Again, Mirsam arches her eyebrows, as if in disbelief.]

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.