No, I know that. I like to communicate and if someone asked me to clarify what I meant in a post, I would gladly explain. I've had misunderstandings with partners in the past where they've gotten defensive about questions, and it totally ruined the mood of the RP. I don't want that to happen again. I meant in general, how would others handle it when a post seems so random and you're left looking at your screen like, wut??
Guess I'm being kind of a wimp about it, hah.
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I've hit a little snag with one of my RPs and I was hoping that someone could give me some insight on how to handle this situation.
What do you do when you've set up a scene for your partner and they completely ignore what you wrote? I'm talking about, no response to the dialogue, going off on their own and forgetting the limitations of the world with no regard to logic and no thought of the consequences within the story.
Their post just doesn't make sense to me, and I don't know what to do with myself because I feel a little stuck. I don't want to ask them to rewrite it because that just seems rude, but at the same time, I have no idea how to give a quality reply.
What do you do when you've set up a scene for your partner and they completely ignore what you wrote? I'm talking about, no response to the dialogue, going off on their own and forgetting the limitations of the world with no regard to logic and no thought of the consequences within the story.
Their post just doesn't make sense to me, and I don't know what to do with myself because I feel a little stuck. I don't want to ask them to rewrite it because that just seems rude, but at the same time, I have no idea how to give a quality reply.
The actual party and dinner were being held out back in a tent, apparently one that had been in the family since Ginny was still at Hogwarts. That was nostalgia at it's finest, Teddy reckoned. Seating arrangements at any family gathering never went according to plan, and people ended up moving around so often that the small, enchanted name cards didn't mean much of anything. However, the seat was easy enough for the metamorphagus to find at the beginning of the night, and he was happy to find out that he wasn't in the direct vicinity of Victoire. As an added bonus, he was seated with James, and a few of the other cousins who knew a thing or two about jokes. That was bound to be a good distraction from the icy interaction that had taken place in the kitchen.
"Have you talked to her?" questioned James in a sort of half-whisper as Ron fumbled his way through a little toast to Harry and Ginny. Teddy replied shushing the other man, not wanting to discuss his love life, or lack there of, at the moment. "You should talk to her. Ask her to dance later."
"Shut it," Teddy hissed in reply, not wanting to interrupt and draw attention to himself. The last thing he wanted to do was dance with Victoire, let alone actually talk to her. Teddy, confused as he was, hadn't the slightest idea of what he was even supposed to say in a hypothetical situation where he had enough patience to strike up a conversation. Were they to discuss the weather? There had been a few strange fires as of late. Maybe he should ask her what was so special about St. Mungo's and why she had run off and abandoned everything to work there? Teddy was sure that would only cause friction, though, and there was enough tension in the room already.
After stories of years past and a few toasts, dinner was finally underway. Molly and company had really outdone themselves, because Teddy didn't even remember the food at Christmas being as nice and he was happy to eat and chat with his cousins, and even engaged with a few people at the tables around him. Throughout the meal, though, his eyes couldn't help but wander back to Victoire, she was positively magnetic even when he hated her and a few times he caught himself nearly taking James' advice.
Perhaps it was a bit foolish, but Teddy still thought fondly of the memories he had with the blond girl, and her harsh words had only buried the feelings he had always kept for her. He still remembered when they were sixteen, spending the summer at the Burrow and sneaking out at night to watch the stars. The summer before he had spent weeks trying to learn illusion charms just so he could have the stars spell out her name. In the end, he had only managed Victor, but it made her laugh and that was good enough for Teddy. If he were being honest with himself, he would have been a little appalled at how cheesy that younger version of himself had been, but when it came to Victoire, the embarrassment was worth it.
Once dinner had come to an end, people were up out of their seats and Teddy found himself wandering around from person to person, chatting, catching up and having a good time. When his mind was busy, when he was telling a story, or talking about his job, he wasn't thinking of Victoire, but every time there was a lull in conversation, his thoughts drifted right back to her. It was a terrible pain, one that dancing could not take away, nor chatting with Longbottom about Hogwarts; not even Harry's brave story about the battle could make him forget.
Maybe it was the extra glass of wine, or maybe James finally had a good bit of advice that some part of Teddy just could not ignore this time, but he found himself approaching her and working extra hard to quell the jitters he was currently feeling.
“Victoire,” said Teddy, unable to back down now. “D'you want to dance?” His voice sounded strange in his own ears, and he was concentrating so hard on not looking at all bothered by anything that a few strands of blue had colored their way back into his hair.
If she rejected him, at least he could say he tried.
"Have you talked to her?" questioned James in a sort of half-whisper as Ron fumbled his way through a little toast to Harry and Ginny. Teddy replied shushing the other man, not wanting to discuss his love life, or lack there of, at the moment. "You should talk to her. Ask her to dance later."
"Shut it," Teddy hissed in reply, not wanting to interrupt and draw attention to himself. The last thing he wanted to do was dance with Victoire, let alone actually talk to her. Teddy, confused as he was, hadn't the slightest idea of what he was even supposed to say in a hypothetical situation where he had enough patience to strike up a conversation. Were they to discuss the weather? There had been a few strange fires as of late. Maybe he should ask her what was so special about St. Mungo's and why she had run off and abandoned everything to work there? Teddy was sure that would only cause friction, though, and there was enough tension in the room already.
After stories of years past and a few toasts, dinner was finally underway. Molly and company had really outdone themselves, because Teddy didn't even remember the food at Christmas being as nice and he was happy to eat and chat with his cousins, and even engaged with a few people at the tables around him. Throughout the meal, though, his eyes couldn't help but wander back to Victoire, she was positively magnetic even when he hated her and a few times he caught himself nearly taking James' advice.
Perhaps it was a bit foolish, but Teddy still thought fondly of the memories he had with the blond girl, and her harsh words had only buried the feelings he had always kept for her. He still remembered when they were sixteen, spending the summer at the Burrow and sneaking out at night to watch the stars. The summer before he had spent weeks trying to learn illusion charms just so he could have the stars spell out her name. In the end, he had only managed Victor, but it made her laugh and that was good enough for Teddy. If he were being honest with himself, he would have been a little appalled at how cheesy that younger version of himself had been, but when it came to Victoire, the embarrassment was worth it.
Once dinner had come to an end, people were up out of their seats and Teddy found himself wandering around from person to person, chatting, catching up and having a good time. When his mind was busy, when he was telling a story, or talking about his job, he wasn't thinking of Victoire, but every time there was a lull in conversation, his thoughts drifted right back to her. It was a terrible pain, one that dancing could not take away, nor chatting with Longbottom about Hogwarts; not even Harry's brave story about the battle could make him forget.
Maybe it was the extra glass of wine, or maybe James finally had a good bit of advice that some part of Teddy just could not ignore this time, but he found himself approaching her and working extra hard to quell the jitters he was currently feeling.
“Victoire,” said Teddy, unable to back down now. “D'you want to dance?” His voice sounded strange in his own ears, and he was concentrating so hard on not looking at all bothered by anything that a few strands of blue had colored their way back into his hair.
If she rejected him, at least he could say he tried.
Sorry for the short post. I figured that it was only dialogue and it didn't need to be terribly long. If you need to me add more, let me know!
Charlotte hadn't expected him to reject her offer, and now she was feeling rather awkward about it after only trying to be nice. She wasn't going to argue with him, though, and if he didn't want to take her money, that was fine. Besides, she was the one who was actually put out, her feet and part of her legs covered in coffee. She looked up at the man and noticed that he was quite a bit taller than her, and although he looked a bit like a drifter, he was sort of handsome. He had an angular face, deep eyes and that beard really pulled it all together. Although he wasn't her type, she had the ability to appreciate an attractive stranger every now and then. Normally, Charlotte dated guys who belonged to a boat club, whose parents barbeques she attended in the summer, boys who still thought Dane Cook was funny. It was a little sad, but there wasn't a ton of variety in her town.
After putting the money back into her purse, Charlotte couldn't help the smile that graced her face when he offered to point her in the right direction. She hummed softly, trying to recall the name without having to look at her phone and possibly cut her fingers. "Area Four?" she said, thinking that sounded about right. "It's traditional-looking, or something. Great Bloody Mary's?" The dark-haired girl hoped that rang a little bit of a bell in this guy's mind, because she wanted to get there as fast as possible. She thought it was nice that he was willing to help her.
After putting the money back into her purse, Charlotte couldn't help the smile that graced her face when he offered to point her in the right direction. She hummed softly, trying to recall the name without having to look at her phone and possibly cut her fingers. "Area Four?" she said, thinking that sounded about right. "It's traditional-looking, or something. Great Bloody Mary's?" The dark-haired girl hoped that rang a little bit of a bell in this guy's mind, because she wanted to get there as fast as possible. She thought it was nice that he was willing to help her.
Awesome c: He's got pretty hair!
It was a chilly autumn night, the sky was clear, full of stars and the air all around was crisp with the coming winter. There was a stillness to the forest that surrounded the neighboring town that was normally bustling with life, but it had settled for the evening, and the creatures were coming out to play. Decades ago, a lone coven of vampires had free reign of the lands, going where they pleased, feeding on whomever they wished, but their territory had been bisected by a clan of werewolves, and the town hadn't been the same since. It had been a minor inconvenience for as long as Isaac Nix could remember, and it hadn't been personally his problem until a recent death pushed him into a position of power. Now, he was tasked with either creating peace between the two species or getting rid of the furry problem all together.
Having already fed earlier in the night with a small group, Isaac had left the others and was currently making his way through the thick trees. The night was for surveillance, to catch the werewolves trotting their large, smelly paws into places they had no business being. Thankfully, there was a river, a neutral space that separated one world from another, but the constant crossing of it was creating tensions on both sides. Isaac wanted to impress the council and have the rest of the coven take him more seriously as a leader, even if he had never asked for this type of position. Personally, Isaac didn't see what was so bad about sharing, and not enforcing the stereotype that vampires and werewolves were incapable of getting along.
Using his superhuman speed and agility, Isaac's form was a blur in the night as he made his way up a tree that overlooked the river. It was quiet there, a little too much for his liking, and it only made the slight vampire more keenly aware of his surroundings. Black eyes searched over the landscape, taking in the sights of animals scurrying across the verdant banks and the occasional bat flapping its wings, seeking a meal.
It was some time before there was any type of disturbance, but from the other side of the river crept a white wolf. It was odd to see one alone, they usually hunted in packs. Sitting up from his relaxed position among the tree branches, Isaac scanned the ground below. He couldn't see the others, but he thought he could smell them in the area. His eyes returned to the wolf, figuring that he could fight this one on his own. After all, he was quick enough for that sort of things.
Smirking, Isaac cupped his hands to his mouth and let out a mocking howl, wanting to get the attention of the unknown wolf. "You're a little far from home, aren't you?" he asked rhetorically, eyebrow cocked. For now, he would keep his position in the tree, not wanting to be caught off guard and attacked by the others that were lingering somewhere. "You better get back across that river."
Having already fed earlier in the night with a small group, Isaac had left the others and was currently making his way through the thick trees. The night was for surveillance, to catch the werewolves trotting their large, smelly paws into places they had no business being. Thankfully, there was a river, a neutral space that separated one world from another, but the constant crossing of it was creating tensions on both sides. Isaac wanted to impress the council and have the rest of the coven take him more seriously as a leader, even if he had never asked for this type of position. Personally, Isaac didn't see what was so bad about sharing, and not enforcing the stereotype that vampires and werewolves were incapable of getting along.
Using his superhuman speed and agility, Isaac's form was a blur in the night as he made his way up a tree that overlooked the river. It was quiet there, a little too much for his liking, and it only made the slight vampire more keenly aware of his surroundings. Black eyes searched over the landscape, taking in the sights of animals scurrying across the verdant banks and the occasional bat flapping its wings, seeking a meal.
It was some time before there was any type of disturbance, but from the other side of the river crept a white wolf. It was odd to see one alone, they usually hunted in packs. Sitting up from his relaxed position among the tree branches, Isaac scanned the ground below. He couldn't see the others, but he thought he could smell them in the area. His eyes returned to the wolf, figuring that he could fight this one on his own. After all, he was quick enough for that sort of things.
Smirking, Isaac cupped his hands to his mouth and let out a mocking howl, wanting to get the attention of the unknown wolf. "You're a little far from home, aren't you?" he asked rhetorically, eyebrow cocked. For now, he would keep his position in the tree, not wanting to be caught off guard and attacked by the others that were lingering somewhere. "You better get back across that river."
Sixty hours and handful of minutes ago, Allison Fuller had left Boston in pursuit of a new and better life. After working so hard through college and medical school at Harvard, surviving a failed engagement and gracefully deflecting pity left and right, she was ready to move on and start her residency. Ideally, it should have been somewhere closer to home where she could have been surrounded by her friends and family, still kept some semblance of a social life, but starting over seemed appealing. It was time to branch out, do something new and leave the bubble that had become Cambridge, Massachusetts. Portland was all the way across the country, a new extreme with new challenges to tackle and new work to keep her mind more busy than it usually was. Allison told herself that this was where life started to get good.
After two days on the road and stopping at motels along the way for rest and a shower, Allison was only two hours outside of the city. It was close enough that she could be excited, and she was looking forward to checking out her new apartment and getting settled in. She had never actually set foot in place, just taken one of those virtual tours online and decided that the one bedroom with a modest kitchen and living area would be enough for her. It wasn't as though she expected to spend a ton of time there and already knew how busy she would be with a new job and actual time in the ER. To Allison, home was the hospital, an apartment was just a place she kept her clothes; a glorified storage locker.
The GPS in her black SUV had routed her through the Cascade mountains. Allison had never been an outdoorsy person, but she wasn't above appreciating the view as she drove along through the winding curves of the road. It didn't take long for her to fall in love with the landscape, thinking it was better than the congested nature of Boston, this was unspoiled, untouched by man. Alone in her car, Allison finally felt as though she could breathe, as though it was okay to leave her old self behind and become a better version of herself out here. On the radio, a popular song from the 90s filled the silence and Allison hummed along as she continued her drive. It was starting to get dark out, and she flipped on her headlights after going around yet another steep curve.
In place of Alanis Morissette's Irony came the noisy buzz of static. This wasn't the first time that Allison had lost a good radio station on her drive, and it had become a habit to mindlessly turn the dial until something new popped up to take the place of the last song. Strange, however, Allison couldn't seem to find anything but static. Assuming she was just out of range, the dark-haired woman turned it off, thinking that she would be out of the mountains and arriving at her new apartment soon enough. Her eyes shifted, looking at her GPS for a time estimation, only to find that the screen was completely black. Immediate panic set in, and Alison couldn't help but think of all the hikers who got lost in the woods each year, or those people who ran out of gas and got stranded, only to be eaten by a cougar or mauled by a bear.
She shook her head at herself, hating that she jumped to extreme conclusions whenever something went wrong. Reaching over into the passenger seat, Allison grabbed her cell phone, but was met with no signal. The thing was useless now, just a paper weight until she got out of the mountains.
Fifteen more minutes of driving brought Allison to a stretch of road and she peered through the darkened trees looking for any signs of life. If she could just find someone and ask them for directions, everything would be okay. In the distance, she saw a light and breathed a sigh of relief as she quickly pulled over to the side of the road and left her car. The cabin wasn't far off, and Allison half-jogged over to the door, just praying someone was inside and willing to help send her in the right direction. She ignored the the grim fact that this was how most low budget horror movies started, and subconsciously pulled her sweater a little closer to her body for comfort.
The cabin looked solid and resilient, probably built by hand decades ago. Allison hesitated for a moment before knocking her first against the sturdy wood a handful of times. "Hello?" she called, knocking again. "Is anyone in there? I'm a little lost..." She cursed herself for not stopping to get a physical map the night before when she had gotten into Oregon, but Harvard had never offered a course on common sense.
After two days on the road and stopping at motels along the way for rest and a shower, Allison was only two hours outside of the city. It was close enough that she could be excited, and she was looking forward to checking out her new apartment and getting settled in. She had never actually set foot in place, just taken one of those virtual tours online and decided that the one bedroom with a modest kitchen and living area would be enough for her. It wasn't as though she expected to spend a ton of time there and already knew how busy she would be with a new job and actual time in the ER. To Allison, home was the hospital, an apartment was just a place she kept her clothes; a glorified storage locker.
The GPS in her black SUV had routed her through the Cascade mountains. Allison had never been an outdoorsy person, but she wasn't above appreciating the view as she drove along through the winding curves of the road. It didn't take long for her to fall in love with the landscape, thinking it was better than the congested nature of Boston, this was unspoiled, untouched by man. Alone in her car, Allison finally felt as though she could breathe, as though it was okay to leave her old self behind and become a better version of herself out here. On the radio, a popular song from the 90s filled the silence and Allison hummed along as she continued her drive. It was starting to get dark out, and she flipped on her headlights after going around yet another steep curve.
In place of Alanis Morissette's Irony came the noisy buzz of static. This wasn't the first time that Allison had lost a good radio station on her drive, and it had become a habit to mindlessly turn the dial until something new popped up to take the place of the last song. Strange, however, Allison couldn't seem to find anything but static. Assuming she was just out of range, the dark-haired woman turned it off, thinking that she would be out of the mountains and arriving at her new apartment soon enough. Her eyes shifted, looking at her GPS for a time estimation, only to find that the screen was completely black. Immediate panic set in, and Alison couldn't help but think of all the hikers who got lost in the woods each year, or those people who ran out of gas and got stranded, only to be eaten by a cougar or mauled by a bear.
She shook her head at herself, hating that she jumped to extreme conclusions whenever something went wrong. Reaching over into the passenger seat, Allison grabbed her cell phone, but was met with no signal. The thing was useless now, just a paper weight until she got out of the mountains.
Fifteen more minutes of driving brought Allison to a stretch of road and she peered through the darkened trees looking for any signs of life. If she could just find someone and ask them for directions, everything would be okay. In the distance, she saw a light and breathed a sigh of relief as she quickly pulled over to the side of the road and left her car. The cabin wasn't far off, and Allison half-jogged over to the door, just praying someone was inside and willing to help send her in the right direction. She ignored the the grim fact that this was how most low budget horror movies started, and subconsciously pulled her sweater a little closer to her body for comfort.
The cabin looked solid and resilient, probably built by hand decades ago. Allison hesitated for a moment before knocking her first against the sturdy wood a handful of times. "Hello?" she called, knocking again. "Is anyone in there? I'm a little lost..." She cursed herself for not stopping to get a physical map the night before when she had gotten into Oregon, but Harvard had never offered a course on common sense.
I really liked your post :3 I'll be replying soon, I just have one thread to do before this!
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