Open Post the Sequel

[desertions]

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.

Comments

surprise me for all of them

[alias_savant]

Repartee is something we think of twenty-four hours too late. -- Mark Twain

[enjoythe_ride]

Oh what a tangled web we weave, when first we practice to deceive. -- Shakespeare

[impetere]

Don't go around saying the world owes you a living. The world owes you nothing. It was here first. -- Mark Twain

[hasperkynipples]

You mentioned your name as if I should recognize it, but beyond the obvious facts that you are a bachelor, a solicitor, a freemason, and an asthmatic, I know nothing whatever about you. -- Sherlock Holmes, "The Norwood Builder"

i just need neal and el bromance in my life

[became]

Four be the things I am wiser to know:
Idleness, sorrow, a friend, and a foe.
Four be the things I'd been better without:
Love, curiosity, freckles, and doubt.
Three be the things I shall never attain:
Envy, content, and sufficient champagne.

c:

[suit]

whoops this isn't a surprise at all

[easily]

When she calls him to tell him she's heading home the conversation is short and clipped. Being back in Mystic Falls, chasing after the cure only to have Silas steal it from her in the end -- it hasn't been easy on her. Her brothers are moving onto New Orleans and Elijah's all but begged her to come with --

But she won't. Not now. She has a home now. It's part of why she had fought so hard for the cure, the idea that someday, when he was off the anklet, she and Neal could settle down and have a real life. Get married, have children, all the sorts of thing she ever dreamed of.

But things don't work out that way and the sorrow of that loss leaves with a lack of things to say, her words lack the usual wit and sharpness they usually carry, even she knows that.

It's a few days later that she's back in New York, making her way back into the apartment. It's been weeks since she left after the announcement of Kol's death.

"Neal?"

She has no idea if he's home or working with Peter or doing something with Mozzie or what. She hopes he's home.

[lockwood]

Things get complicated after they slept together, whether Tyler wanted them to or not. He's not deceitful by nature, and yet acting like nothing happened feels like telling a lie. Not just to Caroline (not that he's answered her calls or texts, but still) but to himself and Bela too. They all deserve better than that, don't they?

They're supposed to be heading back to Mystic Falls soon, with the Winchesters in tow to help with the Klaus problem but all he feels is dread in his stomach, like things are going to get much worse.

Which is why he's sitting at the bar near the motel they're staying at -- where he's compelled the bartender to ignore that he's underaged and keep pouring him beers.

[visiongirl]

Periodically, they've heard of groups of hunters that make their way through L.A. The Winchesters? Not one she's heard of before. And yet, here they are in Caritas, looking for information on a case (which happens to cross over with a recent vision she's had). Small world.

Or something. She's not sure. In any case, she takes a swig of her beer, looking over at him. Somewhere, Wes and Sam are exchanging notes and research.

"You don't exactly seem comfortable to be here."

[claustrophobias]

Isaac gets it. The world doesn't owe him anything, it isn't fair. If it was fair Erica and Boyd would be alive, among other things. But it's harsh and it's cruel and things will take you by surprise whether you want it or not.

Like hearing that Derek and Cora had been leaving town. Despite Derek not being his alpha anymore (or anyone's alpha, anymore) he had wanted to say goodbye. It seemed only right, somehow. But Derek's not here.

Which is why he's sitting here with Cora. It's a little awkward, and finally he breaks the silence.

"So where are you guys going?"

[enjoythe_ride]

Bela, on the other hand, deceives people regularly, especially herself. Even though there's something there that keeps pulling her back into Tyler's path, some kind of feelings she doesn't wish to acknowledge, she won't allow herself to believe it. This is obligation. This is making one of her many mistakes right again, and feelings beyond wanting to help Tyler out of his situation.

Sam and Dean had taken a side job, tossed to them by another hunter on the way and had headed out to salt and burn the body. Bela, on the other hand, had intended to get some sleep, but that seems to be escaping her for the moment. She knows where Tyler headed while she is not above using alcohol to help herself relax, placing both of them in that situation again does not seem to be the best idea.

Still, as the hours tick bye and she gets more and more frustrated with her inability to relax she eventually pushes up, gets dressed, and heads to the bar Tyler had mentioned.

If he's going to be drinking, he might as well have company.

[impetere]

She shrugs a bit as she sits there, watching Isaac out of the corner of her eye. She isn't really sure what to say to him, as they haven't exactly been close. She isn't entirely sure what to say to him otherwise.

"Don't know. Maybe back to New York."

[hasperkynipples]

Dean glances over at Lorne, eyeing him for a moment, before turning to face Cordelia again as he takes a sip of his beer. Working together with other supernatural creatures isn't exactly his idea of a good time, but for now, they seem to be on the same side.

He'll try and work with it.

"This isn't my usual kind of place."

oops

[alias_savant]

Neal is in the back closet preparing for a case when he hears the sound of her voice. Her phone call has come on the heels of better and better news for Neal. Things are starting to fall into place with regards to Ellen's case, and with the arrival of her CI things are looking up.

The fact that Rebekah is coming home, unharmed? Even better.

He's half dressed when he makes his way out, pulling a polo shirt over his head as he greats her with a smile. "You're back."

anyone and everyone. surprise me c: (even if i am predictable with my muses)

[believable]

[splinted]

Re: oops

[easily]

At least someone's having good news. She's glad things are falling into place with him for Ellen's case. That's something.

Still, as lousy as her own mood has been the whole trip back it's hard not to smile a little as he makes his way out. She doesn't waste time before heading over to him, wrapping her arms tightly (but not too tightly) around his waist.

"I am."

[visiongirl]

"It takes some getting used to."

Even growing up in some place like Sunnydale, the first few times she had been in Caritas had been eye opening, to say the least.

"It could be worse though. Angel could be singing."

[transferee]

Allison's been in Chicago for about six months now. Six months without her father, without Scott, and without any wolves in her life for the most part. She's trying to learn from her mistakes, trying to be a better person.

And yet when she learns of a family of Hales in town it makes her uneasy. It's probably a coincidence but the Hales and the Argents have a lot of bad blood between them. Still, she's not going to attack without need, without reason.

Not that she even knows it's a Hale she's run into -- she's never met Alek before, after all. But as she picks herself up off the ground she tries to offer an apologetic smile.

"Sorry. My mind was elsewhere, I guess."

i love your predictableness ok

[lockwood]

They've been in Florida for a little more than a month now. It's refreshing, in a way, to be away from Mystic Falls. They don't forget about Caroline or anyone else they've lost -- that's always with them -- but it's like they can breathe again, just a little. They begin to fall into routines. Elena writes and he goes out and surfs and sometimes they eat together but often they don't.

It's not perfect, but it's something they can manage. Caroline would want them to find some peace, to be able to help one another. That's what he keeps telling himself. And it's nice to have a new start but still have someone who remembers. Who remembers the asshole he used to be. His parents. Everything that's happened. Who's seen him at his worst.

(What if he asked you to rip out your heart?

I don't know, then I'd rip out my heart.)

Currently, he's sitting out on the beach with his sketchbook. He can't remember the last time he drew. The lines come out both harsh and undefined all at once, like he's trying to make sense of something that might not ever actually make sense.

[hasperkynipples]

His eyebrows go up a bit at that. "Big and broody not a crooner, huh?" He's not sure he really wants to know, but he seems like the type.

[alias_savant]

He returns the hug just as tightly, letting her lean into him as she does. Even with the smile he can tell that things didn't go as she had hoped, but she's here. They can figure out the rest later.

"I take it things could have gone better?"

[lockwood]

He looks up when she makes her way inside, holding the glass up to her in greeting. All things considered, maybe drinking with Bela again isn't the best of ideas but it sure as hell beats drinking alone.

Surely they won't make the same mistake twice, right?

[easily]

"I got close to getting it. The cure. But there was only one dose."

And the odds didn't work out in her favor. They almost never do. But at least she had him to come home to -- it's something.

[visiongirl]

Cordelia laughs a little. "Not in the slightest. He's completely tone deaf."