open rp post

[wunderkind]

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

-1-
pick a character

-2-
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.

-2a-
helpful note: i am currently obsessed with the Hunger Games and Christmas. can you combine those into one tag?

-3-
let's get it on



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

Comments

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.