Open RP post for Maggie Garcia

[talesuntold]

Because we chose to tell the truth
(The cool of age, the rage of youth)
And stand against the lies of old
(The whispers soft, the tales untold)
We find ourselves the walking dead
(The loves unkept, the words unsaid)
And in the crypt of all we've known
(The broken blade, the breaking stone)
We know that we were in the right
(The coming dawn, the ending night).
So here is where we stop the lies.
The time is come. We have to Rise.

—From Dandelion Mine, the blog of Magdalene Grace Garcia, August 7, 2041.

Bring me your plots, or send a message to tricia868 if you want to talk things out first!

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[notawaterfall]

"Quiet is not something I'm known for," Dorena said, following Maggie. "And I'm known to be quite entertaining and creative if I do say so my- What is that smell? That's wonderful. Feed me, Seymour."

[talesuntold]

"You can hardly avoid getting fed here. I like cooking, and I even grow fruits and vegetables out back." Which was part of how she lured people into staying for longer than a movie marathon. Maggie enjoyed playing hostess.

She led the way through the house, a comfortable sort of cluttered rather than impeccably neat, and into her kitchen. "Wine?" she asked with a small smile.

[notawaterfall]

"Wine would be lovely. As would fruits and veggies." Dorena said cheerfully.

"I like your kitchen. Mine is cramped and darker. Then again, I rarely use it." She shrugged. Most of her money went to cameras and microphones.

[talesuntold]

"I try to always have mouths to feed." Technically she did, regardless of lack of houseguests, but the dogs were different. "It helps having a kitchen I like working in. Red alright?"

She pulled out a good bottle of wine. Not quite as nice as her parents served at their functions, but then, Maggie tended to be a little more down to earth in her house.

"If we watch a move later, any preferences?" Movies: another thing that was almost unavoidable in Maggie's house if you spent any amount of time there.

[notawaterfall]

Despite all of the reasons Dorena might be expected to know about wine, she'd never developed a very good palate. She recognized the name and made an appreciative noise. "More than fine.

"Hmm. How do you feel about keeping the insects normal sized and going more for demons and ghosts?"

[talesuntold]

"Infinitely doable. I like horror movies. I don't intend to torment you with them." Maggie tilts her head and smiles. "How would I lure you back again if I did?"

She pulls the corkscrew out of a drawer and opens up the bottle of wine, then gets down a couple of plates to start dishing out dinner.

[notawaterfall]

Dorena laughs happily. "It's been awhile since anyone has lured me anywhere. I might not recognize it anymore."

She accepts her plate eagerly. "So, Thirteen Ghosts? Ghost Ship? Too new?"

[talesuntold]

Maggie grins. That's an excellent laugh. Better than she remembers, possibly because Dorena is happier than she remembers. "Well, then I'll just have to be very clear about it. And to do it more than once, so that you can re-acclimate yourself."

"Oh, I don't know, I think we can let them slide at 35 years old. Every horror movie is classic by now." Because they don't make them anymore. "We could watch both, unless you're in a hurry to get anywhere."

[notawaterfall]

"No hurrying here," Dorena shook her head, smiling. "Both is good."

She hopped up on her toes and gave Maggie a quick kiss on the cheek in passing.

(OOC: Stop here and pick up elsewhere?)