BeanieBaggie

Sum up your week in roleplaying in just 3 words

Where is everyone

This is War, speaking.

Yo if you're ever in the mood to 1x1 rp hit me up!

You are alone

"Oh, wow..." Dorothy sighed, sliding her hand to hold her arm gently. "...Shit, did I break my glasses?" She opened her eyes to look at the chris-coloured blob anxiously, trying desperately to find something to focus on. "I... I can't focus on anything without them. Everything's blobs and-" She looked to the screen as it flashed, brows furrowing in a combination of anxiety and frustration. "I can't even see what the screen is saying. It looks like a bunch of spaced out whitish lines on a black background. "

She brought her other arm up to hold her arm, shutting her eyes tight as the blurriness of everything around her threatened another headache. "...Seriously. did they drop?" She sighed, carefully lowering herself to pat around on the ground, eventually finding her glasses kicked under a a desk. "...I found them." she breathed a small sigh of relief as she cleaned them and placed them on her head, straightening back up with a hand on the table for support. "So, the code was delta theta seven-eleven blue, right?" She, before looking at the screen, found her clipboard here she'd set it and wrote the code down carefully,handwriting slightly neater than her earlier writings. "So, let's see what the screen actually says..." She mumbled, setting the clipboard back down and turning to read the screen.

"....Oh hell no. I'm not touching that," She shook her head, moving away from the screen and keyboard as she read what the access code would do. "Nope. Fuck that. Nuh-huh." She shuddered, turning her eyes to Chris nervously. "Last time I messed with Prime's stuff, the lockout happened. I'm not doing this. No way- if I fucked it up, she could be out," Her eyes turned to the door of the cryo room nervously, then to the fallen lockers. "...We really, really need to block that off. I- I don't think I'd be all too upset if she ended up dying in there of freezer burn, or hypothermia , if she somehow was freed but couldn't leave the cold. She's... I don't want her out. Not unless we can contain her, she's the only one who can keep us from dying, and we get to put her right back in. God no." She grimaced and shuddered once more, holding her hands in tight, fearful fists as she pulled them from her arms.

"Could.. You fix that? And... Get... rid... O-of the isotope." She found it hard to ask for the disposal of the isotope, swallowing hard as the memories from prime screamed in the back of her mind. "...I don't care what you do with it, but keep it away from me, her... and don't, whatever you do, breathe it in or otherwise ingest or come into contact with it. You'll die." She looked to the floor, expression shaken severely as she wrangled back her memories.

You are alone

Dorothy groaned softly as she woke up, opening her eyes softly, finding that her glasses were off as nothing exactly came into focus. The throbbing in her head became dull, though she could still feel it, slightly. With quiet noises, she rubbed her eyes, sitting up slowly, as to not aggravate her headache. "..mm.. My head hurts," She mumbled, patting around, trying to look for her glasses. Unable to find them, she rubbed her eyes again, opening them a few more times as she tried to work without them.. "...I remember that.. I'd just fixed the lockout.. And then you were trying to show me commands? And then..." She shut her heavy eyelids, bringing a hand to gently rub her head. "Then I got more memories from prime. I don't like it; She was breaking stuff... Went from stage one to stage five... Ugh." She wiped her nose carefully with her sleeve, worried that she'd had a nosebleed like she did when she saw Prime's logs.

"It's like... All she cared about was her science. Definitely not a comforting thought." She grimaced, looking off to the floor. "Lots of death, too. Animals, but still... death. It's almost like a bad dream." She pulled her knees close, hugging them softly as she collected herself. "A really, really bad dream. " Her voice grew quiet as she tried to get over the fear and discomfort the memories brought. "...She scares me." She remained in her position for a few moments longer, before slowly getting off the table, resting a hand on it carefully.

"How long was I out for?" She asked softly, looking around the room. "And, um.. Where are my glasses? I can't see without them a-and," she shut her eyes, bringing her spare hand to her head, "I don't think that being without them is helping my headache, any. Eveything's as clear as the medbay doors." She sighed, shaking her head softly. With a yawn, she was reminded of how parched she was, finding her mouth drier than what she'd have liked. "...Did we fix the doors to the outer rings? I.. Um, I need water." She toyed with her sleeve as she spoke, pinching a part of the fabric between two fingers and rubbing it softly.

In hopes of finding the perfect partner

FRIEND
FRIEND OH MY GOD
POTENTIALS FOR SUPERHEROS???
ROMANCE IS A MUST???
SIGN. ME. THE. FUCK. UP.

Er excitement aside seriously. im ok with PM rps and i love romance. I also can write male and female roles.

Opposition's 1x1 Plots

mm, I am interested.

op i got a post-nuclear apocalyptic RP idea, a timey-wimey rp idea, a high-romance-potential mad science thing, and also a rough-ish scifi idea involving aliens. Also with one involving monsters trying to get home.

anyof the extreme tl;drs catch your eye? I can elaborate.

I don't exactly go by paragraph count, but Imanage 1,000 characters in the smallest post. Typically i'm around 2k, but it depends what I have to work with. I run on PST (gmt+7 i think???) but work an ever changing weird schedule. I usually manage a post or two a day- i haven't had the chance to really test how many i can crank out in a while lmao

Rin's Plots (MxF) (Open)

superhero X civillian?
SUPERHEROS???
/rips off shirt

It's just Rick and Morty. Rick and Morty and their adventures!

I am absolutely abysmal at RPing any form of canon but holy shit if you end up doing this i will so lurk the shit out of it (if youre ok with that)

You are alone

Dorothy had been starting to lose hope as she punched in the answers to the questions, fully ready to start with the items in her pockets before realising that the last code she'd put in succeeded.She blinked, standing up quickly, letting out a grin and a small, quiet squeal of celebration slip out as Chris entered back in.

"Yeah, actually! I think I just undid it?" She looked to him, happy to see him. "All I did was enter Jason's access code and-" She stopped, realising what she'd said, andwhat it meant, "...Oh. Oh goddamn." She sat back down as she mumbled, putting her elbows on the desk as she blinked, thinking hard about everything. "...Goddamnit, Prime's sittier than I thought." She put her head in her hands, brows furrowing. "First she does shit I can't remember with him, then she kills him, and then she fucks up cloning him at least three times- let alone began to clone him in the first place! And she has the balls to use his code as the password..." She found her tone to be angry, pausing to take a breath as she reigned it in. "...Sorry for the swearing. I'm finding myself more and more irritated with her and the situation she's created." She shook her head, leaning back in the seat, glancing to the locker that she'd tried to move earlier. "...I'm fine though, I swear. Though, I'm seriously considering finding a way to block off Cryo for good, so she can't escape, and nobody can let her out." Her eyes flicked back to the screen, her glasses reflecting the lights.

"Well, the screen says that the security lockout is disabled, but the lights aren't fixed, and the oxygen levels are pretty low. I don't know, exactly, how to fix that? I guess I could try going to an AI station and asking it to return everything to normal; but, with my luck, it'll end poorly." She looked up to a light, then to where Chris was.

"Also, I saw a Jason. I got your warning, though, and managed to hide before he came in- he looked like a caveman. I feel so bad for him..." She shook her head, looking once more at the shorter locks of hair that occasionally intruded in her sight. "Also, before you left, I was gonna ask if you think this is drastic enough a change," She pointed to her hair, shrugging slightly. "I can't find anything really to look at myself in with the lights so dark, so I'm not sure how different it is. It feels different, but d'you think it would be enough to get an extra moment of hesitation in the event of being caught by a Jason?"

You are alone

At first, Dorothy was only mildly off-put by the appearance ofthe Jason. Once she caught a glimpse of his pipe though, the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end, and a chill shot down her spine. She, with absolute certainty, decided that she'd never, ever want to get caught by that jason- She even had qualms about helping him, if she could. Defensively, she slid herself further into the duct until he left, waiting several moments before sliding out, pausing in the process, checking roughly every 10 seconds to see if he was coming back.

Finding that he wasn't, she allowed herself completely out, still tying to be quiet as she moved back to the terminal that had been buried in the lab. Moving the papers and lab equipment away, she found the interface, leaning on the table with a sigh as she began to think.

What could the code be? Her mind raced as shetried to remember anything that could help, eyes turning from the screen to her clipboard, shutting softly as she focused more. Something in the back of her mind told her that nothing she had would work, and nervously, she began to try to unlock more memories, again. If that couldn't work, she'd try what she had written... And, if Chris could return, they could get her to comply, and if they could figure out how to restrain her, they would have to remove prime and force her to undo her lockout in the worst case scenario.