#first date? rp

[socialitesleuth]

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Lady P,

Sorry for the early morning comms, hope this doesn’t wake you too early - I make it just after 5 your time.

We’re just finishing up a mission in the Persian Gulf - a luxury hotel collapsed overnight, on an island just offshore Doha. Only built two years ago, whole place is pretty new and shiny.

Been a rough night, Pen - fifteen we were too late to help, including two kids. Just families on vacation...

Anyway, victims are saying they felt tremors, it certainly looks like a quake from the debris now the sun is up and J is absolutely confident it came from beneath the sea bed (absolutely being a rather irritated direct quote, so I’m not asking again).

But… this isn’t a quake hot zone. It doesn’t make any sense, and there haven’t been any aftershocks either while we’ve been working. Five can’t get a good read because of the debris and mineral interference underground. The whole place is on top of the enormous old oil fields, and it sends the scanners haywire.

The company that owns the hotel has set my squid sense off though. Name’s Fulcra, I’ve sent you the profile on them. Ran by a guy named Randall Price. He’s a venture capitalist from Houston originally, but the company’s HQ is a London address. That’s as far as I’ve managed to get.

They own a couple of the small artificial islands around here that are being used as tourist hotspots. Think luxury waterfront villas on stilts kinda stuff, the hotel that’s collapsed was the biggest. Nice place, high end, lots of good dive spots.

This area’s all under a World Heritage protected marine environment permit for a biosphere reserve. They’ve spent decades trying to replenish the mangroves and coastal vegetation after what the oil fields and production did to the waters here, the aquatic populations are only just starting to rise comfortably. I didn’t understand how they even got permission for this sort of work but…

They’ve got a giant platform further out in the Gulf that’s supposedly ‘cleaning the sea’ and helping to replenish the sea bed. Seems to be some sort of agreement that they can build these resorts, in exchange for what appears to be green work. I tried to get a proper look at the platform in Four, out of interest, but they’ve got laser nets up. I got an autoturret my way for trying to go any further in the exosuit…

I’d like to think they’re just really protecting that biosphere, but I don’t get a nice eco-friend impression.

My gut says I’m getting Hydrexler vibes, and you were right about that oily CEO last time. I’m not sure I want to be right, but I do want to know what’s going on here… and I thought you might too, as our resident top agent with a passion for all things Earth-saving.

So, I thought I’d hand it over to you, and let you do what you do best - cosying up to the billionaires and getting them to spill the tea.

Lemme know if you know or find anything on them. We’re going to be here another couple of hours, finishing up stabilising the debris field and having another run through, and then heading back. S managed to get the Price guy on comms briefly, but he wasn’t much for talking. Maybe you’ll have more luck.

G 🦑

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FIRST DATE?

The flickering light and the soft buzz from her compact device caught her off-guard. Penelope, who had positioned herself in an armchair beside her tall windows after giving up on sleep half an hour earlier, sat herself up a little straighter. The blanket which she’d wrapped around herself was pulled tighter to her frame as her eyes read the message.

The hour might have been earlier and, on any other day, Penelope might very well have still been sleeping, but today was different. She rubbed her tired eyes as they scanned Gordon’s words. At first, she’d hoped it had been something akin to a social call. She rather enjoyed those, especially when they came from Gordon, but the more she read, the more Penelope realised it was anything but that.

Her interest peaked as she reached Gordon’s conspiracy.

Her mouth grew dry when she reached Gordon’s information.

The blanket was thrown off her body and Penelope stood. With her comms device still in hand, her eyes still darting from left to right as she continued her reading, she crossed her bedroom and gently tugged on the bell. 

Minutes passed before a very sleepy Parker knocked on her bedroom door. Penelope, having only just finished Gordon’s message, opened it.

“Terribly sorry to wake you, Parker, but it seems we have a situation. I need you to cancel my schedule for today and then get me all we have on the company known as Fulcra. CEO is a man named Randall Price.”

“But, m’lady, that’s—”

“I’m perfectly aware of that, thank you, Parker. See if you can arrange a meeting of some kind, if that’s at all possible.”

Parker nodded, still more asleep than he was awake, before he trundled off down the hallway to make good of his ladyship’s requests.

Penelope returned to chair by the window and curled herself back up. The sun was just beginning to rise on the horizon as she typed out her reply.

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@squidsinashirt, Thank you for your concern — I shall look into this and get back to you when I

Penelope ceased her typing and sighed. She knew it wasn’t fair to lie to him, not after her sent her looking. A moment or two passed before Penelope deleted her previous sentence and began to re-type it. 

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Gordon,

This company?

I shall look into this as you requested but, I must warn you, you may not like what I find. Randall Price is… let us say a man I am already familiar with, or rather his business is. What I can tell you is that, for the most part, Fulcra is celebrated as a rather clean company, but that doesn’t always mean much — you were right to mention Hydrexler. The Persian Gulf was supposed to remain a protected marine environment, at least that was how I understood it. I’ll ask some of my World Heritage connections what they know too, see if I can get a bigger picture for you.

Give me a couple of days. I’ll try and, what was it you said? Cosy up to the billionaire? Get him to spill the tea? Parker is going to try and get me an appointment but, if that fails, I do have an alternative plan.

Do try and get some rest once you’ve finished up. The mission in Doha sounds like it’s been a terribly distressing situation for all involved. You know I am always here if you need to talk about it. Any of it.

I’ll be in touch once I hear something.

Stay safe, 

Penny x

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Once upon a time, names held weight. Penelope had thought that Scott’s name had simply been too tied up with International Rescue for Randall Price to give him the time of day… until she too was ushered away once the more difficult questions were asked. From her other sources, Penelope had heard only rave reviews of the company. Yet something felt… off.

It was just after dinner when Penelope began her second message to Gordon.

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It's too clean. Not sure what’s going on but I definitely sense something. Plan B is in operation. Randall Price might not have wanted to speak to me today, but he did invite me to his Charity Ball this weekend — I’ll see if I can find out more then.

I’m hoping you returned home safe and sound and that you managed to have a good rest. I suppose it’s my turn to apologise if this message wakes you. 

Penny x

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[angelilacs]

kiss me, please ˎˊ˗

⭑ a goodbye kiss

⭑ kiss in the rain

⭑ kissing down their body

⭑ apologizing with a kiss

⭑ crying through the kiss

⭑ hungry kiss

⭑ losing themselves in the kiss

⭑ forehead kiss

⭑ kissing scars

⭑ first kiss

⭑ kiss between friends

⭑ unexpected kiss

⭑ running away after a kiss

⭑ laughing through the kiss

⭑ kisses while hugging from the back

⭑ slow kisses

⭑ last kiss

[b0nelessdoodles]

i keep thinking im gonna like actually finish these but that ain't happening so have some gay people

[scealaiscoite]

first date prompts ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🐚 ꒱

— "i never knew that about you. it's cute."

— "this place is amazing."

— "can i hold your hand?”

— “i’ve never had someone put this much thought into something for me before.”

— “you look amazing.”

— “did you seriously plan all of this just for me?”

— “i think this is the part where you’re meant to kiss me.”

— “let me walk you home. i’d feel better if i knew you got back safe.”

— “i can’t believe i’ve never seen this side of you before.”

— “can i kiss you?”

— “i bet you say that to everyone you take out.”

— “seriously, you didn’t have to go to all this effort just for me.”

— “i can’t believe we’re finally doing this.”

— “i don’t want this to end.”

— "i've always thought you were so handsome/pretty. can i say that now?"

[willyhoos]

chara deserves to break out of the game window and stretch their legs a little.

HD still beneath cut!

[rebootgrimm]

((Heheh…))

“Zariaaaa!!”

well, well! If isn’t that girl- or should I say…girl..girl fri- hehe. Girlfriend. Wow! After all this time, huh?

Aaaannnnywaaaaysss, Girl swooped in like a bird. Just super bubbly, and happy. Good for her, I guess!

((Maple is such a silly day of sunshine trust..))

— women lover1!1! (@ask-miss-maple-leaf)

“Oh, hey there Love. What’s up?”

*Zaria was yet again reading. Wow, what else is new? It specifically seems to be the comic strips for the newspaper. Guess she never stopped looking to see if they found the person who killed her father*

[the-silly-pyromaniac]

[There's a gentle knock on Pyro's door before Engel opens it. Engel is wearing another one of Pyro's shirts that he must've stolen a different time as the one he was wearing was a loose long sleeve shirt. He wasn't wearing anything else to be comfy. Engel was holding something close to his chest. A small stuffed husky toy] Pyro..? Are we still on for our date..?

@blu-nurse-needs-sleep

-Pyro excitedly gets up and nods, they’re wearing a light blue sweater with matching pajama pants, and of course their mask. They grab a pink stuffed unicorn from their bed and lightly boop it’s nose on Engel’s stuffed husky and giggles-

Yes! I picked a bunch of different movies, they’re all different genres so we have a bunch of options! Do you have a favorite?

[lee-and-honey-bee]

Finally ready to head off to my date.

Cross your fingers for me🤞

I'll keep you guys posted.

Oh! almost forgot to show you guys the fit!

[homosekularnost]

every day we stray further away from gods light (an adaption of NE told exclusively through ratthi trying to facetime his friends back home)

[scramjettracy]

Hi there Mr Tracy! This seems very formal but… how would one go about going on a date with you?

😳

Err, well for a start by not being anonymous!!

I swore off blind dates after that last one Gordon set up.

And no I will not elaborate.

[not-that-dillinger]

(Combining: GUEST :  for one muse to offer the other a place to stay. STORM :  for both muses to find shelter from a severe storm. Same universe as prev Ed and Sam rp?)

Sam had been tucked away in the basement of The Arcade, coding on The Grid’s terminal, so she didn’t hear the sound of the rain right away. When she did however it snapped her out of her trance. A jolt of slight panic coursing through her. The bike!

She raced up the stairs, pushing away the TRON machine she had moved back into place behind her so that Marvin didn’t wander in when she was working, and raced past the other covered, but no longer dusty, cabinet machines in the arcade till she was at the door, swiftly unlocking it. She paused under the covered threshold of the entrance when she saw just how much water was falling out of the sky. That was definitely one hell of a storm.

Well. It’s not like she was going anywhere anytime soon.

She flipped her hood up and walked out to the street towards her Dad’s… well her, Ducati now, kicking up the kickstand and grabbing onto the handlebars to walk it under the covered threshold. She lifted her head up when she heard the shuffling of feet and some splashes nearby. At first she didn’t recognize him through the rain until he got a bit closer. She lifted one of her arms, waving it slightly as she called out to be heard over the pounding of raindrops and howling wind.

“Ed! Hey! Over here!”

She rested the Ducati against the wall, still waving with her hand as she held open the door of the arcade to invite him inside.

@iamnoprogram

It was one of those days where Ed couldn't go home. One of the days where he was afraid of what he might do if he left his thoughts to wander. Usually he would stay at the office and code until he passed out at at the keyboard, but his meeting with Mackey earlier that day had been... it had been a lot of things, but certainly not good. Draining, mostly. And for reasons Ed wasn't quite sure of, it brought up old ghosts that Ed still couldn't put to rest. They were the sort of ghosts that made his office, which was normally a refuge, feel downright oppressive.

He'd hoped that a long walk would exhaust him enough that he could go home and pass out as as soon as he got to bed.

He'd been walking for about an hour and a half when the storm hit. It was one of those rare deluges came so suddenly, and so intensely, that LA's near non-existent storm drainage system quickly overflowed and flooded the streets. The kind he'd only seen a handful of times in the twenty-some-odd years he'd lived there.

Between the dark, and the rain fogging up his glasses, he had pocketed the glasses in hopes of preserving them when he inevitably tripped over his feet, and resigned himself to shuffling blindly back toward the tower and his car.

Not that he had any idea whether it would be better to go home or stay at the office.

He hadn't been walking back long when he heard someone calling his name, though it had still been long enough that he was thoroughly drenched, and shivering mildly from the cold. He froze in place on the sidewalk, having to take a moment to identify her by voice, since he was all but entirely blind.

"...Sam?" he asked, then realizing where he was, and that she was the only person likely to be there. He glanced both directions, and, seeing no lights, nor hearing any vehicles (there rarely were; this part of town had been all but abandoned since he was in middle school), shuffled across the street, navigating toward Sam by voice alone.

"Hi Sam," he said awkwardly, stepping under the eaves. "Uh, thanks," he said awkwardly, hesitantly following her into the Arcade.

[angelilacs]

never leave me in the dark ˎˊ˗

⭑ humming their partner’s favorite song to calm them down when they’re too nervous.

⭑ “i’ve never done this before. sorry.”  “don’t worry, me neither.”

⭑ holding hands during a stressful situation.

⭑ hiding in their partners chest when they’re scared.

⭑ their safe word for wanting to leave a place because it’s too overwhelming is kissing the other’s hand.

⭑ “hey, c’mon, don’t do that. we can leave any time you want.”

⭑ making the other their favorite tea.

⭑ “i don’t think i’m dying but i’m bleeding a little.” “you’re what? no— are you serious!”

⭑ “they’re just my parents—” “a night out with a wild animal sounds better right about now.”

⭑ “i was serious about this being my first… everything.” “i know, and i’m here every step of the way.”

⭑ wearing a bold outfit and their partner being proud of them for putting themselves out there.

⭑ running out the first time their partner takes off their clothes.

⭑ “we’re fine.” “our phones are dead and we’re somewhere in the middle east.” “see? at least you know we’re in africa.”

⭑ not being able to sleep so they drink a ton of coffee, their partner waking up and dragging them to bed.

based on this ask !

[keenie-bopper]

Love in a Hopeless Case - A Cherub's First "Date" A Romantic RP Thread with @the-delightful-temptation

Keenie took cautious steps as she strolled through the Lust Ring. This wasn't her first visit, in fact this ring was one of the top delivery spots for her club's catering. Once or twice a week a customer would order a box of chocolate covered strawberries as a delivery to the Lust Ring. However this trip would be the first time she planned meet someone, and not just anyone.

She begins to approach her destination, Ozzie's, the most popular club in the 7 Rings of Hell. It was owned by the embodiment of Lust and the host of this evening's trip, Asmodeus. Keenie passes the long line at the entrance of the club. The Cherub figured that she would receive special club access, seeing as she was invited by the owner himself. But she was stopped by an incubus bouncer at the front door, "Sorry little lady, but this club is for couples only."

"Couples!? Oh no! No! I just have a meeting scheduled with Asmodeus." She desperately sputtered and explained. The incubus snickers cockily, "That's quite an excuse, pipsqueak. What makes you think someone like the Embodiment of Lust would want to see a marshmallow like you?"

The incubus did have a point, the whole idea of a 3 foot Cherub meeting a monumental sized Deadly Sin was pretty crazy. Keenie sighed and admitted, "Look I wouldn't believe me either, but I am telling the truth!" The bouncer huffed and crossed his arm, his tail swishing in annoyance. "Beat it lamb, this place isn't made for people like you. Why don't you go back to your petting zoo, before I call animal control?"

[simplynims]

I've been trying to write a script for an audio roleplay series I wanted to record, with this guy being one of the main speakers but I ended up scrapping the idea unfortunately since the story wasn't really adding up the more I wrote. But! I still wanted to show him off since as a character I think he's a silly fella and I'm still proud of how he turned out.

His name is Greystin, he's an aussie boy that's made plenty of questionable decisions in his life and has a knack with working with planes and cars. Very charismatic with a streak of getting away from the police whether that be through smooth talking his way outta it or being too slippery for the cops to get him. Greys got a big ego to match his stubbornness, but one thing is for sure is he's the ride or die type of friend with a fierce sense of loyalty to those who stick around.

He's a stubborn lil asshole and I love him to bits!

I'm sad I ended up scrapping the original script with him in it since I was working on it for a month, but I'll put him in the box to recycle him in the future. That is if I can find someone willing to voice him that is. ^^;

If you wanna see an extra drawing I did of him, you can check down below! Suggestive warning? He is shirtless with shorts on so take that as you will lol.

One day Grey, one day you will get your time to shineee.. 😭

[reining-disaster]

Closed starter with @falsesighted

Rein was exceptionally busy that day as Aljari slept in. He had been saving up gold and made a few purchases with the help of Astarion, getting ready for a surprise, as he set up a music box and a few other things.

He peaked his head in the man's tent after about a half hour's worth of work and gently nudged him awake, "I have a surprise for you! Can you come look?" He asked, eyes big and very much giving off an air of excitement.

He led the man out to where two very handsome and fantastical male outfits were hung on a little rack. They looked new and beautifully embroidered. And they were Aljari's and Rein's sizes, "Okay... so... this isn't the full surprise, but if you want to guess, you can." He bounced, a little, a mix of nerves and thrilling excitement, hoping he wouldn't guess so he could tell him his plan.

[pacifica-elise-northwest]

"y'ello lil' lady! you seem like a style savvy kinda gal, got any tips for a first date? what should I say? what should I wear?"

"Oh my goodness- first date tips? Thank you, and yes, I do have quite alot of tips for a first date! Honestly, from what I've learn't, be casual, and well..be yourself. As long as you respect, and care for that person! And what you should wear? I've got you handled. Something that makes you attractive- something that really shows off your natrual hues. Designer would be the absoul- ugh..sorry. I'm uhm..like, and I rambling too much?"