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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[nostalgiabomb]

[ He arches a brow at her, leaning forward as well as he reaches for the glass of water. ]

What can I say? It's in my blood. In this chest beats the heart of a lover.

[stealwithit]

[ She sets her mug down on the table, still leaning forward, and flashes him a more playful sort of smile before she says, ]

Guess there's a lot of things we don't know about each other, huh, neighbor?

[nostalgiabomb]

[ For a second, he shoots her a sort of quizzical look, but it smooths out to something neutral. ]

Somethin' on your mind?

[stealwithit]

[ She shrugs. ]

Not really.

So, what's the story behind you and the crazy chick?

[nostalgiabomb]

[ his expression sours immediately. ]

Oh my God, okay, please tell me I'm not crazy -- it's fucking nuts to haul around a pair of handcuffs with you on the off-chance you hook up, right? Even worse to whip 'em out, like, five minutes after walking into a dude's apartment, right?

[stealwithit]

[ She hums, tapping a fingertip on her lips like she actually has to think about the answer to that question. ]

Well...

[ Nah, for real, that's cray. ]

Yeah, that's pretty nutso. So, like, there was absolutely no prior indication that she might be crazy? Nothing at all? No red flags?

[nostalgiabomb]

None. She was totally, like-- [ And here he affects a sort of valley girl accent, ] --"Oh my God, I love this song, oh my god, you have to dance with me."

[ He adopts his normal voice again. ] I guess the time when she, like, gutted a squirrel on the middle of the dance floor was kinda weird? But mostly I was too busy wondering where she found the little dude to be worried about what weird junk she was doing with its organs.

[stealwithit]

[ She sort of just squints at him, a little. ]

Right. So she gutted a squirrel, and you thought, "Yeah, I'm gonna take this lady home tonight."

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He doesn't miss a beat: ]

Yeah. I mean, wouldn't you?

[stealwithit]

Well, yeah. Especially if it meant I had to hide in my neighbor's apartment the morning after.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He laughs at that, a hand going to self-consciously scrub his face. ]

Yeah, you're right. I should've started bein' suspicious around the animal sacrifice bit.

[stealwithit]

Hey, your life, your choices, dude.

[ She leans back in her chair. ]

Was it worth it?

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He wrinkles his nose, making a sort of dithering noise as he considers. ]

Not really. And now I'm thinkin' of installing a metal detector at my door for these types of situations.

[stealwithit]

[ she laughs, shooting him a skeptical look after. ]

You realize anyone with, like, keys would set that off, right? And that's something totally normal people would have with them?

You might just have to work on your Crazy Radar, Peter. Your cray-dar.

[nostalgiabomb]

Nah. It'll work like at the airport. There'll be bins and an X-ray or whatever.

[stealwithit]

Right. That won't ruin the mood at all.

[ she clears her throat, then does her best airport security voice (??) ]

"Before we bang, please make sure all personal electronics, metal objects, and liquids are in the bin. And take off all your clothes while you're at it."

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He grins. ]

See? Totally on point.

You work for the TSA, huh?

[stealwithit]

[ A sly little smile, then: ] Wouldn't you like to know?

But, no. I work at an art gallery downtown called Illium. Ever been? And before you say it, yes, I know it sounds more like a nightclub than a gallery.

[nostalgiabomb]

I was actually gonna say that sounds like some sort of metal. Like aluminum.

But-- yeah, I can see a nightclub vibe, sure. So are you a curator, or...?

[stealwithit]

Yup. I mostly try to find artwork by younger artists. Increase their exposure and stuff like that, you know?

[ May or may not also secretly be in the business of selling counterfeit paintings?? who knows... ]

[nostalgiabomb]

That sounds like something way over my head. Never really had an eye for art.

[stealwithit]

[ Her fingers tap rapidly but quietly against the side of her mug as she looks thoughtful for a moment. ]

Well, then you should swing by sometime and say hi. I could teach you a few things. We can squint our eyes at paintings and talk about composition and colors. Bring your beret and your best snooty accent.

[nostalgiabomb]

Or I could stare and stare and stare at a painting, like Cameron in Ferris Bueller's Day Off, and have an existential crisis.

Either way, fun times for me, right?

[stealwithit]

[ She laughs. ]

I love that movie. And definitely fun times. Plus, you get to hang out with me, which is a huge plus?

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He smiles, a shoulder lifting in a shrug. ]

I mean, it couldn't hurt. Assumin', of course, you can still stand hangin' out with me after this.