OPEN POST;

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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]

[ She casts him a glance over the rim of her glass as she continues to nurse the drink. ]

That was nice of you. You really didn't have to.

Also? Don't you worry your pretty little head, Quill. I can handle myself after a drink.

[ Yup. Totally can. ]

[nostalgiabomb]

[ You see this look, Kasumi?

This is the look of someone who very much doubts what she just said. Still, he keeps his comments to himself. ]

So, what happened with the trinket you recently acquired, huh? Personal collection or someone else's?

[stealwithit]

[ wow, rude... And she purses her lips because she can totally tell what his look is saying. ]

Personal. I had a long-time client hire me for the job, but they haven't coughed up their end of the deal, so it's mine for now.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He wipes the expression from his face, replacing it with one of curiosity. ]

I've gotta wonder -- what is it that Kasumi Goto expects as payment for her services, anyway? That price tag must be through the roof.

[stealwithit]

Depends who's hiring me. There are some people whose connections and power are more useful than their money.

Either way, I'm not cheap. That's only fair, right?

[nostalgiabomb]

[ -- alright, consider his interest piqued. ]

So what about this time? Power or connections or money? Or the warm, fuzzy feeling of knowing you'd get to see me?

[stealwithit]

[ she smirks at him. ]

Definitely that last one. Especially knowing you guys would stand around afterwards wondering what the hell just happened.

[nostalgiabomb]

And lemme guess -- you totally stuck around just to see our dumbfounded faces, right? Did you take pictures?

[stealwithit]

Of course I did. How could I not? That Groot was so perplexed, it was adorable.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He snorts at that. ]

Yeah, "perplexed." I'm pretty sure you've got him convinced you're legitimately a wizard. He's gonna be disappointed as hell when he finds out you're not.

[stealwithit]

[ She shakes her head in disbelief. ]

Wait, am I not? I think I pretty much count as one, considering how good I am. Plus I've been called a witch a few times here and there.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He deadpans, turning and giving her his full attention. ]

Alright, then. What number am I thinking of?

[stealwithit]

[ Without even missing a beat: ]

Sixty-nine.

Or three. Three's fine, too.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He makes a buzzer noise -- they have buzzers in this reality, surely. ]

Wrong on both counts, Goto.

It was a trick question: I don't know how to count.

[ A beat, then, ]

No, actually, it was five. But still.

[stealwithit]

[ She laughs and shakes her head. ]

I'm so glad you can count at least to five, apparently.

But fine. I'm not a witch or a telepath, in this case, but I can't blame your friend for thinking I'm one.

[nostalgiabomb]

But you can blame yourself for not being able to pull a rabbit out of a hat whenever you guys properly meet.

Think of the heartbreak on his face, Goto.

[stealwithit]

[ she tilts her head at him. ]

Planning on introducing me to the family, are you, Quill?

[nostalgiabomb]

Well, only fair the guys should get to meet the woman who showed 'em up so thoroughly, one of these days, right? If only so you can gloat.

[stealwithit]

Please. I wouldn't gloat--

[ Except that she totally would. ]

But I'm honored. If this next job goes well, they get to meet the woman who brought Star-Lord to a soiree as her +1, too.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He arches an eyebrow at her. ]

We attendin' another shindig, Goto?

[stealwithit]

[ She responds in a hushed tone, ] That was the plan, if you're interested. I can tell you more in that dark, nondescript alley were talking about earlier once we get out of here.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ His smile in return is bright. ]

I'm ready to have a discussion whenever you are.

[stealwithit]

Great.

[ And with that, she finishes the last drops of her drink, sets her glass down onto the bar, and slips out of her seat. ]

Then let's take a walk, shall we, Star-Lord?

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He does the same, bowing to her with a flourish of his hand and offering his elbow. ]

After you, my lady.

[stealwithit]

[ She offers him a pleased little hum, tilting her head as she takes his arm with hers and whispering as they walk, ]

We're not undercover yet, Quill.