If You Had Prepared 20 Years Ago...
Hello, darlings. My name is Jessica Rabbit-- Wife of Roger Rabbit, thank you.
I love my darling Roger-- He makes me laugh, and I'd do anything for my husband! And I do mean anything, darling- But let's not test those waters, mm?
If you're ever around Toontown, do drop me a line.The Rabbit home is always open to visitors! I promise I don't bite... unless you ask nicely.

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Watery Meeting|Open



What was it with people messing her hair up and tripping her lately? Meg rolled her eyes at the woman who looked, to be quite frank, a hot mess; she seemed to be in a rush, and confirmed it when her voice got even more shrill with her suggestion after the mysterious boom.

“What are you even going on about?” She asked, annoyed enough with the woman, even as she took the help she offered.

"Centaur-!" Jess repeated with a rush, cringing at the sound of branches crashing behind them, and a great, booming voice,

Oh, Lord.” Jess paled and scowled. There was no use running from it now— The great, hulking half-man, half-horse creature had burst into the watery clearing, gleaming with sweat and a wicked grin creasing it’s features,

Which of you will be my lucky catch?”

To this, it got a shoe bouncing off it’s temple, as Jess snapped, “NEITHER OF US!”

ONLINE for the evening. <3

//: OWED    Meg - Watery thread//: WAITING   Roger - x2   Hans, Kuzco, Roger - Roadtrip   Elsa x1   Zarina x1   Any starter takers, if taken.
//: OPEN
Ranging — Set in a Forest    After Hours - Set in Ink & Paint (maybe adult characters only? It is a             night club/bar type scene. I can’t imagine it not being awkward.)

After Hours || Open Post

ooc - as this is set in the ink & paint, adult character responses only please! 
It'd be awkward to be explain why there's so much gin and glitter everywhere otherwise.

Jessica adjusted the mic stand and let it fall with a soft thump of rising dust. The last of the patrons hurdled out the door, with or without assistance, and the last of the drinks and glasses cleared away, the night was finally over. Sure, it was sometime around four in the morning, and she’d be walking out to sunset over LA and Toontown after getting her makeup off and her dress packed away for something easier to get home in, but it’d been a long night, even without the burst of patrons she’d been hoping for.

Things were slowing down on the bad side of town— Even though Doom’s highway plans had been moved around town, it still meant less traffic was coming through the bad side of the tracks— And less traffic meant fewer seats were taken, and word was spreading of a new club uptown—

All humans, no toons. Typical. They’d had auditions up in the papers, little tiny print ads seeking “only girls!” and “only humanoid” toons— Betty didn’t qualify for proportional reasons, and has come back to work in stony silence until Jessica had asked what was wrong—
"Same thing as always. They don’t want us—”
And it had been painfully clear from the inflection that Betty hadn’t meant Jessica, so she’d left well enough alone.

It wasn’t that she hadn’t thought of it— More business, better money, maybe a more secure contract—
But she couldn’t leave these people, these Toons. They were family; they were home. Ducks, octopuses, penguins, all— No matter how she was drawn or how well she could ‘blend.’ She couldn’t just leave them.

Rubbing the bridge of her nose, Jess could feel a headache coming on. It’ll be better once I get home— I’ll snuggle up to Roget before he’s off to his day, sleep in, do some housework, pay some bills— She had stop thinking there. Bills were an issue. A /presently/ rising issue. No— Just have to focus on getting home. Going on to the next day.

It’d help if the Ink and Paint had some fresh blood or some word of mouth, though- She she cringed to think of it fading into obscurity. Maybe she’d scout for some people, bring them in, show them the “help wanted” signs outside the door—

She heard the door at the end of the hall opening on it’s heavy hinges, and looked up in surprise. She was alone onstage now, as everyone was moving things to the back or the sub basement, and she lifted her voice to call to whomever was entering,

"Hey! Can’t you see we’re closed?"


30 Uncommon Character Development Questions ( send me a number )


  1. What position does your character sleep in? ( i.e; stomach, side, back, etc. ) Describe why they do this — optional.
  2. Does your character have any noteworthy features? Freckles? Dimples? A scar somewhere unusual? etc.
  3. Does your character have an accent? What does it sound like?
  4. Do they have any verbal tics? Do they have trouble pronouncing certain words or getting their thoughts across clearly?
  5. What are their chief tension areas? 
  6. If you were to pick one song — and only one song — to describe your character, what would it be and why?
  7. How does your character perceive themselves? Positive? Negative? Neutral?
  8. Are they a quick thinker or do they need time to sort through their thoughts?
  9. Does your character dream or are their nights filled with an empty blackness? Describe a dream they’ve had or a night they couldn’t sleep and what they did to preoccupy their time.
  10. If they had a choice, would they prefer a subway or a bus for public transportation?
  11. What do they think of creation? Do they believe in evolution or do they believe in God? What is their religion like?
  12. Describe 5 unusual characteristics your muse has.
  13. Have they ever been so overwhelmed they had to stop and take a break from something? 
  14. Are they a team player or do they prefer to be solo?
  15. Can they multi-task or must they focus on one subject at a time?
  16. What are their best school subjects? What are their worst? List five of each.
  17. Is your character an introvert or an extrovert? How do they handle big crowds of people?
  18. Are they a leader, do they prefer to follow, or would they rather just stay on the sidelines altogether?
  19. If your character was suddenly challenged, would they rather run away or stay and fight?
  20. If your character was allowed to murder one person without any consequences, who would that person be and why?
  21. Your character has been granted 3 wishes; what would they wish for and why?
  22. Does your character trust people right off the bat or does it take them some time to warm up to someone?
  23. Do they prefer romance or affection? What is the quickest way to your character’s heart?
  24. Does your character have any enemies? If so, who and why?
  25. Do they have any weird bedroom habits? Any unusual kinks?
  26. How does your character prepare for bed? Do they sleep at all or can they stay awake for days on end without trouble?
  27. If your character had one thing to say to their parents before they died, what would it be?
  28. Are they afraid of death? Do they have any regrets?
  29. Does your character get restless when things are too quiet or do they favour solitude and silence? Why?
  30. Finally; if your character was forced to eat one thing for the rest of their life, what would they choose and why?

OFFLINE for the evening. <3

//: OWED
Meg - Watery thread
    Hans, Kuzco, Roger - Roadtrip
Roger - x2
   Any starter takers, if taken.

Watery Meeting|Open


Megara smirked at her reflection in the water. She did her hair at the river every morning, before going about her day. She ran her hands through her long, big, curly hair, admiring it.

This didn’t last as long as it usually did, due to the abrupt and harsh shove that caused her to fall into the water.

Upon resurfacing, Meg parted her hair so she could see who the hell did such a thing. “Is that how you make friends? Cause if it is, well, that totally worked.”

She rolled her eyes and started getting up.

"Terribly sorry, darling!"

Jessica turned, breathless, and reached to offer Meg a hand, her eyes wide and frantic as she watched the underbrush behind them. Her heart was hammering, and in the crook of her other arm she cradled a pair of heels. 

It was readily apparent the woman was a mess; her purse strap was tied to her shoulder and her hair was tangled with leaves and a stick, her makeup slightly smeared and dirt on her arms. She gasped, panting,

"Wouldn’t have done it had you not been in the way- Centaur! Chasing- Apologies!"

There was a distant, booming crash, and Jessica’s voice grew shrill, “We probably shouldn’t stay here!”

honk honk

"Excuse you? Quite rude. I don’t think security will take well to that— Bruno!”

♡ "I don't even need to hear it to know it's true, but it's always nice!" ♡ "And you know I feel the same about you!" ♡ "My one! My only! My... Macaroni!" ♡

"Oh, Roger, darling!"
Jessica scooped him up and planted a (ostensibly obnoxiously) large kiss on his forehead, bringing him close,

"Oh, I couldn’t use a hundred hearts to convey— And you do already know, my only.” She sat him back up and ran a finger through the curl of carrot-orange hair with a bright smile, before her hand glided through his and the other smoothed her dress across her hip, as she nodded to the doorway,

"Come along, Roger— Let’s make a carrot cake."

Red Hot, Ice Cold || Elsa & Jess


Meeting after meeting after meeting.

Months of preparation led to this final week - diplomats from kingdoms across the world arriving here in Arendelle to meet with her queen, to discuss trade and treaties, and to look into any possibility of relationships that made her heart ache and her eyes water. The constant reconvening of the High Council at the end of each day only furthered her exasperation; she alerted them to every hopeful benefit and the highlights of each discussion, have her thoughts on the proceedings, and detailed possible changes in alliances, all while receiving the unending, unspoken pressure to pursue and sell herself for what they saw as the betterment of the country. Whenever that weight grew too much to bear, she allowed the room’s temperature to drop ever so subtly, amused as council members - often those most vocally against her - shivered.

This was the third day of the proceedings, and while Elsa knew the week would end soon enough, she couldn’t help but feel herself pull away from it all. At least she’d had the foresight to pencil in breaks in her schedule - like the one after the meeting with this particular royal, a prince named Miguel with dark hair and tan skin. She’d met him in the gardens with the hope of spending her break there, not realizing that he might take that as some sort of gesture.

By this point in time, Elsa’d grown tired to his constant drone about love and duty and tuned him out. Her eyes wandered to the pool, freezing the surface just under the fountain, as if testing herself. Noting her boredom, Miguel stepped forward to take one of her gloved hands.

Immediately a thin sheen of frost coated Elsa’s skin, her eyes a narrow glare, and Miguel froze of his own accord. “You forget yourself, sir,” she said, turning away from him. “We are done here.”

She almost expected him to follow, to try and get her attention once more, as stories told her men might - but after a few minutes of silence, she found herself completely alone.

Of course. Her reputation as the ice witch preceded her, and her actions here didn’t help that in any way. Fine. Let them be afraid.

It would keep them far away from her.

With a sigh, Elsa walked to the pond’s edg and sat down next to it, her legs tucked to one side. Her hand lingered open over its surface, gathering ice and snow from the air itself, sculpting something…something.

She did not yet know exactly what.

Jessica’s heart hammered- Has she just seen—?

A flash of white, a ripple of water and a reflection coming into view made Jessica’s heart leap into her throat. Wonderful. Wonderful! She had hoped perhaps a guard or maybe a kitchen servent, goodness a Knight would have been just horrifying— but the Queen. THE QUEEN of Arendelle.
Joy of joys. She could see prison stretching before her.

I’m not doing that again! She reached for her purse and pulled out the thin portal—

It leapt out of her hands and splashed in the water, catching her in the light stepping forward with wide eyes, voice half a whisper:

"Oh, Hell. MacGuffin proofed."

Her eyes met the Queen’s and she went shock-still, forgetting entirely how to ask the way out or to bow.

(Source: whydontyoudoright)

Ink & Dust // Zarina & Jessica



Zarina tilted her head in confusion and curiosity as Jessica brought out the black circle and slapped it onto the desk. She walked over to it carefully and knelt down next to it.

"Er, more or less…" She mused as she reached out a hand towards the black hole. She gasped in surprise as her hand disappeared within. Removing her hand she looked it this way and that as a smile began to form on her face once again.

She glanced over at the offered bit and took it with a thanks. As Jessica talked the fairy curiously poked, stretched, and shook the strange black thing. “This be a mighty kind gesture Miss…” the pirate paused and glanced back up at the woman, “Rabbit was it?” She asked having recalled the name on the door.

"Is that so? I shall have to keep that in mind then." Zarina noted at Jessica’s advice. "So, how exactly do these work then? How dose one go about using it? Also how would it be transported? And what is the ‘Reeses’?" Realizing she was asking quite a bit at once the pirate cut her questions off with a light laugh.

"Ah, sorry I tend to get carried away with questions sometimes…" She said with a small apologetic shrug.

Jessica’s smile softened and she laughed warmly, leaning back in her chair. She glanced at the clock on the wall— Yes, still plenty of time. Twenty minutes until her next set, and moreso if the one before hers destroyed the stage… Again.

"Rabbit it was," she confirmed with a nod, and mused,
"Well. I’m not sure how they work— Toon Science wasn’t something I excelled at, you understand— but I know you just say, or sometimes, if you’re particularly strong-willed, think where you’d like to be, and it takes you. Granted, they do malfunction, and they’re terrible when you need them.”

She sighed, “MacGuffin proof technology at it’s finest. Don’t rely on it to /really/ get you out of trouble.”

Jess quirked a brow at Zarina’s inquistiveness, and a smile lit her face. Leaning forward, she demonstrated with a fingertip;

"You can just— Fold it! There, see? Just tug at it and it unfolds."

True to her word, it flopped in on itself. Jess turned and busied herself in a periwinkle candy dish on her dresser, and pulled out a foil wrapped candy:

"This is a Reeses. It’s- Er, probably a little old, but it’s chocolate. You’re welcome to it- I try not to eat between songs too often." 

She cleared her throat, “Never know when you’ll be called up abruptly, after all, and I learned my lesson with the hotdogs..”