God forbid a woman has a hobby

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God forbid a woman has a hobby
@millicentclyde sent : you are wise beyond words.
Larissa pauses with her drink partway to her lips. "Well, I..." Flummoxed. "I don't know if that's true."
Ordinarily she'll take a compliment wherever and however it comes, but Millicent Clyde is looking at her with an expression that she's rarely encountered, that makes her feel quite out of her element, a bit as though she's broken a heel off of one shoe, conversationally speaking. Millicent Clyde is looking at her with an expression of worshipful avidity.
Is Amelia smirking at her from across the room? Larissa blinks rapidly and looks from her sister to her sister's friend. This party is for Millicent, in honor of her successful defense of her dissertation, although like all gatherings of students--no matter how old, nor how far up the graduate ladder--it's really an excuse to drink.
"I'm sure you have plenty of your own wisdom," Larissa says, looking back at Millicent, finding that the rapturous look in those brown eyes makes her ears warm. "Dr. Clyde."
Given that Mel's thrown the party, the drinks are a little more sophisticated than the customary warm beer and cheap wine; Larissa's has a garnish of a sour cherry. She lifts the cocktail pick on which it's impaled and, with utmost innocence, not looking away from Dr. Millicent Clyde's dark, dark eyes, she delicately nibbles on the piece of fruit.
📜 ‘ “you promise to help me if i help you?” ’ ~ ~ ~ { from @millicentclyde }
Ammonia is wondering. She got up onto the bookshelf, using a returns cart and a stepladder, but then while she was pawing out her desired book from its place, some other student took the cart away - leaving a shifted Ammonia (damn her afternoon naps and her silly instincts) stuck high up in her favored library.
Better question, how the hell does Millicent Clyde, who has found her upon said shelf, know that she’s no ordinary cat? And what could she need help with? She doesn’t seem the type to ask for such a thing at all. She’d likely rather pull her own teeth.
Fluffy brunette tail flicking, Ammonia genuinely ponders if her dignity is worth spending the night on a bookshelf, or wailing for the librarian - neither sound very dignified, themselves.
She growls before she looks down to meet Millicent’s eyes. One more tail flick, then a reluctant and low meow, followed by a short nod. Ammonia has completed her pondering and found that her curiosity about Millicent is at a higher value than her own stubbornness. Don’t make me regret this - I will claw you.
{starter call!} || @millicentclyde
"Careful, Millie--!" he calls out without thinking, hastily repeating in sign as he whistles for the Pikmin to scurry over to his side of the cave. They've cleared out all the hostile creatures lurking in the dark, but this cavern still has its dangers; volatile bomb-rocks keep coming loose from the ceiling as the hordes of Pikmin stomp about. Olimar's nearly gotten an explosion to the face twice already on this floor alone! The sooner they bundle up the last few treasures to be found here, the better.
'Are you alright?' he signs as he trots back over to his partner and the now-shattered stone. She appears to have been digging out the largest item they've found in this cave so far. Definitely worth sticking around despite the danger, but...
"I'm sick to death of this," he mutters to himself. It's one thing for the president to send Olimar here to risk his life when the pilot has the benefit of prior experience on this world, but to make Millicent come, too? He hopes she's at least getting something out of the trip beyond their usual piddling paycheck.
"We can always go back up." 'Go up?' "I'll let you decide."
He refuses to force her deeper and deeper into these caverns just to make money they'll never see.
🧤 + 💥 !!!!
⚖️ QUESTIONS FOR THE ROLEPLAYER!
🧤 - what's your favorite kind of dynamic to write?
dolores lends herself very well to the straight-man when paired up with a more clownish muse! i love writing her into silly and goofy situations with a muse that's deeply unserious because it gives them both a chance to shine. i'm also a big fan of throwing her against more abrasive characters like @gordiacea or @epaego because muses like these give her a chance to demonstrate her compassion and them a chance to be something other than a rude asshole. i guess i just enjoy any dynamic that allows both characters to show off a different facet of their personality that otherwise gets lost under the surface traits.
💥 - do you have any advice for newcomers to the rpc?
never be discouraged to yap and rave about your muses. it can be daunting getting into this hobby sometimes because you worry over your portrayal and interaction and whether or not you're being annoying, but let me tell you: going full tilt crazy is the BEST way to get people to obsess over your character with you. the people that follow you followed you specifically because they were curious about whatever goober you've got spinning around in your head and will be just as excited to hear your random and disconnected thoughts as you are to share them. be crazy! be passionate! the right people will stick around and appreciate you the more for it!
// “she places a shock collar on Mr Curry”
HELLO?? MILLICENT??? LMFAOOO
@millicentclyde, sc.
straight-faced, a single bone-shard finger rises and tap-taps his temple. "i know more than you think."
I think this qualifies as elder abuse or something @millicentclyde