Below are partial Role plays that have gotten put on hold, or had a player or muse lost.
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<Methos> ::The insistent ringing of the phone causes me to pry open and eye and glare the offender.
Moving my bleary eye up to the alarm clock I notice it is 4:03 Am. Who in their right mind
would wake a man who use to be the pale rider at 4:03 am.
Picking up the receiver I bark into gruffly:: If this is not important thank your God's I do not have caller Id.

<Duncan> She's gone.

<Methos> ::startled awake by what sounds to be a very inebriated Scotsman:: Mac? ::I gentle my tone::

<Duncan> Promised she would stay, but she dinay keep..

<Methos> Mac, Where are you? ::I have no idea where he is at since our last meeting, after all that nasty mess with Connor and his wife showing up. I can call Joe.::

<Duncan> Joe gave me yew number at the bar tonight. Said I should call yew.

<Methos> Paris or the States? Are you in Paris? ::I am concerned now and wide awake. Cradling the phone to my ear I jump up and slide into my jeans and boots.::

<Duncan> Da Dojo, I remodeled yew should see it sometimes.

<Methos> Where's Joe? Can you call Joe? ::pulling my ready to get the hell out of Dodge bag out of the closet, and tucking my Ivanhoe into my coat I quickly pull a sweater over my head before I miss a word of what he is saying::

<Duncan> Joe? I called yew Methos. I talked to Joe earlier, later, last night.
What day is it? ::laughs then sobs::

<Methos> ::He is crying and drunk I imagine him laying across his bed, arm across his eyes clinging to the phone like it will stop his world from spinning out of kilter:: "I want you to listen to me very carefully. Can you try to do that?"

<Duncan> Tessa, Ritchie, Sean, Darius, Kate, Conner. I am alone, I donay want to be alone anymore.

<Methos> Duncan! What ever you're drinking, you need to stop now. Can you understand me? You are a walking Immortal magnet. And you can not defend your self against a Moth with a sharp look in its eye right now. Are you understanding me Duncan?  ::swinging my coat on and quickly thinking over the fastest way to get to him. At least 12 hours if I manage to catch a flight by 7.::

<Duncan> No drink, okay, no drink Methos. ::sobbing:: You will come?

<Methos> I am on my way. Get up and lock the doors then lay back down and shut your eyes.
I will be there as soon as I can. ::My heart is pounding so hard I think It may explode::

<Duncan> I cannay shut my eyes, I see them, all of them. ::wailing::

<Methos> I know Duncan. ::squeezing my eyes shut, I know how bad this hurts:: I will be there soon. If you can not sleep take a shower. But lock the doors.

<Duncan> Nay, I will be fine. ::slurred:: I should nay have bot'erd yew.
I will call back when I feel batter ::click::

<Methos> ::I called Joe and filled him in. I had his promise to watch Mac until I get there. Now, I am on a flight nestled in-between a very large man and a pleasing plump woman. The woman has more than once caught my eye. I can just imagine cuddling up in that softness and catching a few winks before I land. What will I find when I get there. A sober and mortally wounded man who needs my council, Or a resentful, embarrassed Scot who will glare at me and say things, because he knows no other way to control the situation. Either way I will take it in stride, he needed me this morning. I will go until he makes it clear he needs me no more. It is a pattern that has developed.::

<Duncan> ::waking up half on the bed half off. I try to stand to let the blood drain away from my head. What did I do? I got drunk and passed out again. Since Kate left I have been doing a lot of that. If the little man with the snare drum would move away from my ear it will be okay. And what is that smell?::

<Joe> Good morning bright eyes? Coffee? ::moves to pour another cup of coffee::

<Duncan> Joe? How? What? You’re here? But? ::I desperately try to remember how Joe had got here but I can not::

<Joe> Adam called me and asked me to come check on you. I let myself in. ::grins and sets down Duncan's cup on the island and takes a seat sipping his own::

<Duncan> Adam called you? Why? I . . . ::how could Adam have called to tell Joe to check on me. I haven't seen or heard from him… ' I want you to listen to me very carefully. Can you try to do that?' … No, I called him last night. I remember weeping into the phone. And once again without question he told me in no uncertain terms he would be there for me.::

<Joe> ::shrugs and watches Duncan for a moment before speaking:: I guess he thought he was needed again.
 
 

<Johns> I need a boyfriend, Quick!

<Riddick> ::glares at the kid:: Sounds like a personal problem to me.

<Johns> ::smiles sweetly:: I'll buy you a drink. I just need to get some guy off me.. come on.. please?

<Riddick> :::growls:::  I am still not seeing how this is my problem.
Maybe you shouldn't tease the locals.

<Johns> ::blinks innocently then smiles:: Look at you big guy, If he thinks you're my boyfriend he would never even try to hit on me again. No fights.

<Riddick>  ::shakes his head no but still considers the boy thoughtfully. What is his game.::
And if I break your neck, It wouldn't matter to you anymore if he did.

<Johns> ::Reaches up and toys with a lock of his blonde mane chewing his bottom lip thoughtfully:: So can I buy you a drink?

<Riddick> ::scoffs:: Alright blondie. You got the money, I got the time .

<Johns>:: Motions for the bartender to bring them both a drink and slides up in the stool next to Riddick:: I wasn't teasing by the way, just dancing. I just seem to attract weird people. ::pouts::

<Riddick>  ::stoic:: I know the problem.

<Johns> ::looks at him and considers:: I guess so. ::pays the bar tender and picks up his bottle to peel the label::

<Riddick>  ::takes a swig off the beer:: So that the guy? ::looking in the mirror behind the bar::

<Johns> :: following his goggled gaze, spotting the other big man from the dance floor heading their way, Johns takes the gamble and jumps in Riddick's lap:: 5 minutes, please? ::pouts pretty up at him:: I will be you're bestest friend.

<Riddick>  ::watches the boy jump in his lap and barely controls the instinct to shiv him right in the sweet spot:: You got a set of big brassy one's kid, I will give you that. ::shakes his head:: I don't know why I just don't ghost you and put you out of my misery.

<Johns> ::flashes his most charming smile at him before wiggling around to get comfy:: Because I am charming and you’re a hell of a man. ::winks:: And I will keep you in drinks as long as I'm in your lap? ::trying to sweeten the deal::

<Riddick>  ::growls at the kids wiggling::  Comfy?

<Johns> Aren't you?

<Riddick> Keep wiggling, and we both are going to get uncomfortable, fast.
::lowers voice to a growl::

<Johns> ::wiggles around digging his wallet out:: Am I smushing you?
::bounces a little and grins::

<Riddick> ::glares at him, briefly considers ripping out one of his lungs, but doesn't act on it::
 

<Methos> ::jumps up annoyed at what he now knows to be Duncan's buzz and swings the door open to glare at the man:: It is 7am Duncan. Someone had better have died, or you will spend the rest of the day recovering from what I may do. ::narrows eyes::

MrJohnsDmerc: <Duncan> Methos, I need your help. I don't have any friends I can ask about.. ::flushes and looks at his feet biting his bottom lip::

Benji Khayman: <Methos> ::watches the highlander blush?:: Okay Duncan, come in. Coffee? ::walks into the kitchen and starts a pot of coffee, unconcerned about only wearing boxers::

MrJohnsDmerc: <Duncan> ::moves inside to take a stool across the kitchen Island and watches Methos make coffee.:: Coffee sounds good.

Benji Khayman: <Methos> ::stands and looks Mac over once more:: What's the trouble? It doesn't look life or death. So what can't you talk to Joe about? At *7AM*?

MrJohnsDmerc: <Duncan> I don't think Joe can help me with this. ::blushes again:: I think, maybe, I mean, You're over 5000 right? ::brown eyes met his hazel ones earnestly:: You have probably tried everything?

Benji Khayman: <Methos> ::eyes narrow again as he senses a trap about to spring:: Once or twice. Mac, I have not had coffee, and I really can't read minds, contrary to popular thought. So spit it out.

MrJohnsDmerc: <Duncan> ::watches as Methos gets two mugs and sets them down in front of them:: I was wondering. ::looks over to the coffee pot like it will speak for him:: about sex ::said softly while he blushes furiously::

Benji Khayman: <Methos> ::laughs and pours two cups of coffee:: Mac, What do you need to know about sex? For gods sake, Mr. Don Juan, from your chronicles, I could take some lessons.

MrJohnsDmerc:  <Duncan> ::sighs, why does he have to make everything so difficult.:: Not with women. ::adding sugar to the coffee to keep from having to look at his face:

Benji Khayman:  <Methos> ::blinks twice and starts to speak but can't. Is he teasing? Taunting him?:: What is it you want to know Mac? I mean I can rent you a movie, or I am sure I have ::moves over to the bookshelf and scans the titles:: Books about...

MrJohnsDmerc:  <Duncan> ::watching Methos move around, I can already sense he is just a moment away from pacing:: I think I know well enough the mechanics. I just need advice.

Benji Khayman:  <Methos> ::stops, takes a deep breath and looks at Duncan. Methos expected to see teasing, or even cruelty but found only open honest and slightly embarrassed eyes shining back at him:: Advice about what?

MrJohnsDmerc:  <Duncan> I have been having these thoughts about this man ::looks down and fidgets with the end of his jogging shorts:: But I do not know if he is interested or even...

Benji Khayman:  <Methos> Your daft, of course he is. ::said matter of factly as he heads back over to his coffee cup::

MrJohnsDmerc:  <Duncan> What makes you so sure, he may not.. ::watches Methos' long finger stir the coffee around in the cup:: Isn't that hot? ::pales a bit as methos moves the finger to his lips to lick of the liquid::

 Benji Khayman:  (Is that payback for me forcing your movements?)
 MrJohnsDmerc:  (yes sir!)
 Benji Khayman:  (I like it)

Benji Khayman:  <Methos> ::licks finger clean then looks up at Duncan:: If he is so inclined Duncan, believe me you have his attention. No doubt about it. ::smiles and nods like the subject is closed and moves to the sofa with his cup::

MrJohnsDmerc:  <Duncan> Not always the case, I mean you have had experiences with men, and you don't find me attractive. ::moves to sit next to him on the sofa::

Benji Khayman:  <Methos> ::chokes on his coffee and sits up trying to remember how to breath, even as a huge hand pats his back. he is suddenly feeling a bit underdressed as the fingers seem to brand him:: I should get dressed. I will be right back. ::quickly makes his way to the bedroom area of the open loft to pull on a pair of jeans and a sweater.:

MrJohnsDmerc:  <Duncan> ::drops head and grins, this was really too much fun. Amanda had told him Methos had a crush on him. The plan formed in the middle of the night to see if she was right. He never expected the cunning old man to be this easy:: I mean you see my point right? He could be like you and not interested at all. ::innocent look as he watches one hazel eye regard him from above a sweater still clinging to his face and oh so cute nose::

Benji Khayman:  <Methos> ::snatching the sweater down he tries to make his face neutral:: I am sure, no one is immune to the MacLeod charm when it is directed at them. Luckily for me. ::snickers:: I get the MacLeod annoyance factor directed at me and not the charm.

MrJohnsDmerc: <Duncan> ::grins::  And lucky for me that I get the Methos sarcasm factor directed me.  God forbid you actually say what you mean instead of dancing around the truth for a change.

<Methos> ::blinks and then grins:: The truth? You want the truth? ::stalking Mac like a jungle cat as he moves forward:: The truth is *NO* one is immune, not even me. and you're a lucky lad that I have over 5000 years of self control working in my favor, or I would have already embarrassed us both.
 

<Duncan> ::is thinking maybe this game wasn't such a good idea. he never expected Methos to admit it so readily. But all Methos has admitted to really was an attraction, lust. Duncan had hoped for so much more than that:: Are you going to try to embarrass us now Methos? ::watching as he stops just inches from him:: Have you lost control?

<Methos> ::studies him for a long moment:: No, I have not lost control. ::shakes head and moves to the kitchen:: Are you hungry?

<Duncan> ::Methos and I are sitting at the bar at Joe's. Joe is on the stage playing some slow smoky jazz. We are listening to Joe play, our conversation has fell into an awkward silence that seems to happen a lot lately. No ones fault really, we just seem to walk on egg shells around each other since Byron. Methos had accepted and never judged me on my motives. I wish I could do the same and not judge myself. Was it simply for Mike that I had felt the need to serve swift justice? Or did from the moment Methos rose to his feet and smiled at the poet rock star did I feel something akin to jealousy? Which was ridiculous of course. Methos was not my lover. But I hated Byron on sight. It has been just a few weeks, and Still Methos has put forth the effort of remaining in contact. I had figured he would have vanished by now.::

<Methos> ::Joe is in fine form tonight. A true artist. I have turned to watch him. I feel Duncan brooding at me but refuse to look at him. I should smile, or crack a joke, or tell some outrageous story to break the tension that has mounted. Yet I feel uninfluenced to do so. I have been the one to do most of the wall climbing since Byron. I am weary, and frankly pissed off. I will get over it of course. I mean I have killed one of his lovers as well. But Duncan just has to keep one upping me. I kill one of his lovers he kills two of mine. Okay, Kronos had to go, but still…::

<Christian> ::stepping out of the restroom I notice my boss sitting at the table in the corner. Oh great! What am I going to do, he catches me out with out my imaginary boyfriend I told him about I will be stuck being pawed at and drooled over until I can manage to escape. I could punch him in the mouth but I can't afford to lose my job. And he has seen me I see him start to move toward me Taking quick stock of everyone in the room I quickly head to two guys sitting together::

<Methos> ::a fast approaching blond has caught my eye, and he seems to be moving with a purpose. I almost let out an appraising whistle. He has long blond wavy hair, cerulean blue eyes, perfect thick pouted lips, and a cherubs face. His lean boyish body is accented by painted on black jeans and a tight T-shirt that says 'This time it's love next time it's 20 bucks'  I grin despite myself and turn to face him, he obviously has something to say to Mac or myself::

<Duncan> ::I noticed something had caught Methos eye and for a second I can see why, a very pretty blond woman was walking up to him, as she made her way around a man standing in the path I notice she is a he. A boy that looks to be about sixteen. I turn mimicking Methos to face him. He has a smile plastered on his full lips as he stops in front of us and looks from Methos to Me.::

<Christian> ::I glance in the mirror and see My boss moving in. I look at the two men I have stepped up to. One lean with a very attractive masculine face decorated with a very nice nose that is kinda crooked at the tip. His eyes are amazing, they seem to shimmer between green and golden brown, and the smile he meets me with is just hinting at amused, he has short spiky dark hair and looks like a college student with blue jeans and a big sweater on. The other man is his complete opposite. Long black hair chocolate doe eyes, perfect face, and thick. He must work out. He is wearing a soft blue shirt, opened enough to show chest hair, and black slacks with very expensive shoes. He looks like a professional. This man is not smiling but he doesn't seem to be scowling. And they are both looking at me expecting me to speak. :: "I need a favor, five minutes of your time." ::looking at them both trying to quickly judge which one wouldn't kill me for asking what I am fixing to ask:: "I need a boyfriend quick" ::The lean man laughs and the other looks at me as if my hair had just turned into a nest of snakes::

<Methos> ::I need a boyfriend quick. I have to laugh. I have never heard that line before. I glance at Duncan between chuckles. He has the most confused look on his face, that makes me laugh harder. I am about to ask the boy which one of us and if it mattered when a large man places a hand on his shoulder and spins him around.::

<Duncan> ::I hear Methos laughing I do not think it is funny, this kid was obviously crazy and need of some serious mental care. Yet, there was something desperate in his voice that always seems to spark my protect the clan instinct. I was looking into his eyes when they spun away from me. I located the reason. A huge hand was on his shoulder and the big man it belonged to had stepped into the boys personal space. He reminded me of a wolf about to snatch a lamb, I could almost see the salvia dripping off his fangs::

<Ian> Christian, Good to see you out. ::He looked good enough to eat and his nervous wide eyed look made me want to throw him down and take him right there. I see two men on either side of him stand and face me. I almost growl. I had hoped to catch him alone:: Here with your boyfriend you have been so closed mouth about? ::I look one man over then the other. They are attractive enough, but not my type. I like the young pretty boys, they are so much fun to break::

<Methos> ::I stand up to face the man who has his hand on the blonde. Christian, I smile, Nice name. The big man defiantly wants the kid, and is making no secret about it with his bullish and predatory posturing. He reminds me of someone… Me, many years ago, yes, I think I dislike him immensely already. I start to move forward to play the part of boyfriend when I am not only taken aback but floored. Duncan had moved the short distance and wrapped an arm protectively around the boys shoulder.

<Christian> Mr. Reese ::I stammer he makes me so nervous:: Good to see you again Sir. ::I am stuck, I didn't get a chance to find out if either of the men would play along. So I just smile at Ian and search for something to say, when a heavy arm wraps it's self around my shoulder drawing me close to the bigger dark man::

<Duncan> ::My dislike for the man makes me do something I would have swore I would never do. I move forward and drop my arm around the blond and glare at the wolfish man:: I am Duncan MacLeod ::I stop short of finishing the challenge by saying of the clan MacLeod. Had this man been an immortal I would have issued a challenge then and there. I catch Methos out of the corner of my eye, he is standing ridged. He must have had the same vibe off the guy as I did. The boy fidgets under my arm then snakes a arm around my waist::
 

<Ian> I watch Christians lover come to his side. I almost smirk, So it's the big one. Chris is obviously the bottom boy I took him for.:: Ian Reese ::I tell the darker man and look over him again. I don't offer my hand nor does he. There is no reason, We both know I want Christian and he is in the way. Breaking my stare I wink at my blonde beauty.:: Save a dance for me. ::Then I make my way back to my table::

<Methos> ::sitting back down and grabbing my poor forgotten beer I watch as Duncan grabs the boy a stool and drags it in between us and quickly sits him down:: Well then, that was pleasant. ::I smile at the boy but stop when I catch Duncan's glare::

<Christian> ::I laugh with the shorter haired man:: Wasn't it though? Duncan, ::I try for my most charming smile:: Thanks Man, I owe you big time. ::I motion for the bartender to bring us a round, the least I can do is buy these guys a beer::

<Duncan> Who was that? ::I can feel Methos thinking at me to mind my own business, but I never have before, why start now.::

<Methos> ::I almost sigh at Mac's demand. Here we go again. The big Boy Scout just can't get involved a little and pull back. He has to go all the way. Okay, I admit, I am a little curious myself.::

<Christian> That’s my boss. ::Looking from one man to the other:: He kinda has a crush on me. I can not afford to lose this job so I made up a boyfriend as the reason I couldn't "date" him. He just doesn't give up easy.

<Duncan> So, find another job. ::sternly::

<Christian> Ohhh, easy for you to say. ::laughing and looking at the mans expensive Italian leather loafers:: You spend more on shoes than I make in two weeks. ::I smile at him sheepishly::

<Methos> ::I have to laugh out right at the blush coloring Duncan's face from the kid pointing out his hedonist nature::  So, Where's the real boyfriend? ::I am not even sure myself if I am interested for other reasons than sheer amusement. The blond is tempting.::

<Duncan> ::I almost chastise Methos for being rude, but I am curious myself, so I just fix my eyes on the boys face and wait for an answer::

<Christian> I don’t have a boyfriend. ::grins:: I tried to tell him I wasn't gay, but he didn't believe me, so after a while I made up a boyfriend I was completely loyal too. ::shrugs and shakes head sadly::

<Methos> ::This is too good, I just can't resist:: He didn't believe the boyfriend lie either, The nerve.

<Duncan> Why did you tell him you are if your not. ::This gets me a 'Oh you poor lost child' look from both Methos and Christian in stereo. I grind my teeth annoyed::

<Christian> It was the only thing I could think up to save my job. ::grinning:: I have a wife and kids to support you know. ::Should I really be picking on the man who just did me a favor, well, yes, I have too. Poor big guy just doesn't seem to have a clue.::

 <Methos>::I can see the bosses attraction the boy was luscious. If the Scot wasn't over there working himself into a brood, I may have already made a pass myself. In fact he is teasing Duncan, at least we share a taste in hobbies. The blond, flips his hair over his shoulder exposing his long slender neck, and the sudden overwhelming urge to bite him there makes my teeth ache. Okay, there's a stray thought from years ago. Is there something about this kid that makes me want to mark him, show ownership? Perhaps it is his body langue, or eye talk, maybe even the way he flirts. It could be a simple as pheromones, whatever the reason the thought of claiming him has caused my jeans to become distractingly tight. So distracting in fact, I pay for the round of drinks the kid ordered.::

<Duncan> ::Did I just see Methos pay for a beer, for a round? I blink my eyes. I must still be in bed asleep and this is all a dream.::

<Christian> ::Glancing in the mirror behind the bar I see Ian staring at me. I freeze for a moment, his eyes seem to have me riveted in place. I can't make out his thoughts but the look has my insides churning. Maybe having him believe for sure there was a boy friend is not a great idea.