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gorysortofstory2013-08-24 02:27 am
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Open Post the Sequel
how to play.
1. Drop a comment with one or more of your muses. It can be empty if you want me to make a scenario, or you can toss one at me. If you want to just give me a prompt (a word, song, lyric, picture, phrase, anything), I can riff off that too.
2. In the subject line, you can specify any of my muses you might want to play with, or you can ask me to pick someone.
3. just rp with me. if something jives really well, maybe we can continue it in another one of these later, sort of like a super casual verse. if it doesn't, it doesn't.
1. Drop a comment with one or more of your muses. It can be empty if you want me to make a scenario, or you can toss one at me. If you want to just give me a prompt (a word, song, lyric, picture, phrase, anything), I can riff off that too.
2. In the subject line, you can specify any of my muses you might want to play with, or you can ask me to pick someone.
3. just rp with me. if something jives really well, maybe we can continue it in another one of these later, sort of like a super casual verse. if it doesn't, it doesn't.
no subject
But now the sun's gone. (so what's the point of getting out of bed at all?)
"I remember. He was one of the first people to realize I actually liked it -- not that I admitted it."
He remembers that night, Jeremy trying to engage him. It's just an elective. It's easier to pretend like things don't matter, then it hurts less when you lose them. Except that's not true. They matter. (and it still hurts)
"I remember really freaking out when I saw his drawings of werewolves, back when I was still piecing everything together from Uncle Mason."