OPEN POST;

[spiraea]

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OPEN RP POST ① Pick a character ② Pick a prompt (or DIY) (shamelessly and selectively pilfered from bakerstreet's Random Scenario Meme) ③ Do the thing!. table code by betterdolphin

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[stealwithit]

[ The expression on hers meanwhile reads, Challenge. Accepted. ]

No veil, then.

Other than that, the job's a lot like last time. Dress up, show up, mingle, slip away, get the goods, get out. I'm not expecting too much trouble. Just a little side job to earn some money, yeah?

[nostalgiabomb]

Dress up? Goto, you realize I own, like, no fancy things, right?

you didn't see anything nope

[stealwithit]

[ She laughs and shakes her head, giving him a friendly little pat on his shoulder. ]

Sorry. I forgot to mention that I've already taken he liberty of sending you a suitable ensemble to your little hideout. You're going to look great in it.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ ... He quirks an eyebrow at her. ]

How do you even know my size--

[ He interrupts himself, then winces. ] You know what? Forget I asked that. I kind of don't want to know.

So, what, I get changed, and-- am I meetin' you somewhere?

[stealwithit]

[ Oh, thank god. She would hate to have to explain that. ]

Meet me out by the gates into the city. The party's being held at an estate that's just outside the settlement, and we'll need to arrive together. You know, as part of the act.

[ With the hand on his shoulder, she plays with the collar of his jacket, her touch a little teasing. ]

You're going to be an up-and-coming businessman for a mining gig, and I your dutiful assistant. Or we can do the other way around. Up to you, really.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He quirks an eyebrow at that, glancing down at her hand. ]

Why don't we go the other way around so I can follow your lead?

[stealwithit]

[ She offers a pleasant little hum in approval. ]

Alright, then. We're looking for another amulet, by the way. Hope you're not too disappointed that it isn't something more exciting.

[nostalgiabomb]

Hey, as long as it doesn't secretly have the power to demolish a moon, I'm happy picking anything up.

[stealwithit]

Right. I figured you probably wouldn't want to be anywhere near a relic with that much power.

[ She'd read up on what happened with Peter and his team before, after all. ]

This one's really just an amulet that happens to be very, very pretty and very, very valuable, so you have nothing to worry about, Star-Lord.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He appreciates it, honestly, though he won't say it aloud. Spending time with a land-destroying artifact in one's pocket tends to put things in a terrifying perspective. ]

Duly noted, Goto. So play the crowd, sneak into the vault, have a nice long laugh about the night afterwards?

[stealwithit]

Sure. A nice long laugh, a nice long something else, whatever we end up feeling, really.

[ she just winks at him. ]

[nostalgiabomb]

[ Peter heaves an overdramatic sigh. ]

Honestly, Goto. You are in incorrigible. It's surprising you get any work done.

[stealwithit]

[ she wears a dismissive expression. ] Pretty sure it's because I'm so efficient. Work hard, play hard and all that.

Plus I fly solo ninety-eight percent of the time.

[nostalgiabomb]

I'll have to take your word for it. At this point, I'm startin' to wonder if the world's best thief owes her illustrious reputation to rumor.

[stealwithit]

[ she gasps and furrows her brows because, damn, Quill, that's just rude. ]

[nostalgiabomb]

Was that a-- [ He mimics her gasp. ] --"How did you know?!" gasp? Or was it a-- [ once more ] --"How dare you!" gasp? Hard to tell.

[stealwithit]

[ She narrows her eyes at him. ] Second one. Also, your gasping needs some work.

[nostalgiabomb]

Does it?

[ He clears his throat, then gasps. ]

How was that? Better?

[stealwithit]

[ She just shakes her head. ]

Eh. Sorry, Quill, maybe you're just not quite up to the master's level.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He sighs, then shrugs. ]

I'm not much of a gasper, anyway.

When do you wanna meet?

[stealwithit]

Moaner, then. Good to know.

[ She gives him a light little pat on his cheek before she slips out of the distance between them. ]

Nightfall. Party doesn't start till the sun goes down.

[nostalgiabomb]

Biter most of the time, actually.

[ He says it as she's slipping past, and he grins as she goes. ]

I'll meet you then.

woops thought i posted this

[stealwithit]

[ She begins to walk out of the alley, not even sparing him a glance as she merely responds with a wave of her hand before disappearing.

When the night begins to fall, the scenery across town changes, and although it's a bit quieter than the hustle and bustle of the day, there's a different kind of energy that takes its place when the sun goes down. People come out, some dressed more nicely than they otherwise would in the day, for a night out in the taverns or just strolling about and enjoying the scenery and the refreshingly cool breeze that accompanies the night.

Kasumi arrives, dressed in some of her best and unveiled, as promised, but she keeps her essentials about her; namely, her invisibility orb, which she now wears as an amulet around her neck, and a blade or two sheathed beneath her dress. She's always expecting trouble, after all, and she wouldn't have gotten this far without always thinking ahead.

Which is why she's cloaked at the moment, waiting for Peter's arrival to come out. ]

[nostalgiabomb]

[ Peter Quill is not the type to go to fancy parties, unless he's guarding someone or stealing something -- in both cases, he's usually in the background, and he doesn't have to worry about fitting a particular role. If it's a con, usually he just borrows something and ditches it when he's accomplished whatever it is he set out to do.

As good as her word, Peter returns to find a package waiting for him -- and everyone looks a bit suspicious, though he's assured it's been scanned for tracking devices or possible explosives. So that's comforting. He moves into his quarters and finds a suit, and weirdly enough, it does, in fact, fit.

The hows and whys of that are a little concerning, but-- he'll let it slide. This time.

He arrives at their meeting place a few minutes early, and as he's approaching the city gates, he's fidgeting with his sleeve. His weaponry is holstered beneath his coat, carefully smoothed down to avoid them peaking out in his silhouette. Peter feels thoroughly ridiculous in this get-up, and would much prefer to be wearing a pair of comfortable trousers and his customary red jacket, just about now. ]

[stealwithit]

[ When she sees Peter approach the city gates, she steps out of her hiding spot as she honestly just takes a moment to compliment herself on the great ensemble she put together for him. She doesn't readily approach him, however, opting instead to use his being distracted by his sleeves to find a spot along the wall to lean against, and right as he walks past her, she comes out of her invisibility and says, in a low voice but immediately recognizable, ]

You're looking rather dapper tonight, Star-Lord.