RO > call me out; a forever open RP post

[midvalley]

CALL ME OUT a forever open rp post full muselist here. comment with the name of the character you want in the subject line. create a scenario or not. whatevs. let the tagging commence!

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[makeshiftwings]

Not with more coffee. It would probably be better if you took a nap.

[sciencetank]

A nap? I couldn't possibly. There's simply too much to see!

[makeshiftwings]

Perceptor, please. Just trust me. A nap is the best option.

[sciencetank]

Primus...

Fine, very well. We'll nap.

[makeshiftwings]

We?

[sciencetank]

... We what?

[makeshiftwings]

You said "we'll nap".

[sciencetank]

Oh. Well.

I take it you've never heard the 'royal we' before.

[makeshiftwings]

...

Oh.

Is that what you meant?

[ so red right now sdljkdslkfds ]

[sciencetank]

Yes.

[Squint.] Your facial coloration has altered.

[makeshiftwings]

[ sdf;lkjdslkjfdslk ] I-it's nothing. Honest!

[sciencetank]

... Are you certain?

[makeshiftwings]

Yes. It's fine.

Um. How are you feeling?

[sciencetank]

Perfectly all right. I don't see what you're so worried about, nothing... nothing at all is... amiss.

[You're slowing down, Percy.]

[makeshiftwings]

[ Ahaha, oh dear. ] Come on, let's head back to the room.

[sciencetank]

But I haven't finished cataloging... what... ever it was I was... cataloging.

[makeshiftwings]

The trees aren't going anywhere. We can come back.

[ tug tug come on Percy. ]

[sciencetank]

[Somehow, the tiny girl manages to tug the huge guy along. He doesn't put up much of a fight.]

Very well.

[makeshiftwings]

[ Back up to the room then! And she's nudging him towards the bed. ]

Are you sure you're still feeling all right?

[sciencetank]

Processing power appears to be diminishing at a rapid rate...

[It's wearing off.]

Perhaps I should refuel.

[makeshiftwings]

We discussed this, remember? You're going to take a nap.

[sciencetank]

Yes, yes, very well...

[Excuse him while he stumbles into the bed. And... just sort of falls over onto it.]

[makeshiftwings]

[ She'll just reach over and take his glasses off, then ]

You probably don't want to squish these.

[sciencetank]

I could repair them...

[Buuuut it doesn't sound like he's totally conscious at this point.]

[makeshiftwings]

Mm-hm. [ she sets his glasses on the bedside table ] Sleep well, Perceptor.