forum One on One RP anybody?

Started July 23, 2019 by @ElderGod-Icefire

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(Np! Just as a heads up I’ll probably be a little slow for a while while I get back on track with school on weekdays, but I’ll try to respond at least a couple posts every day :))

Lincoln burst into laughter, “What? How did…what happened? I thought she was married to Henry the eighth at that point! How did you convince her to marry you?” He clutched his stomach, “That’s wonderful! So, somewhere, in some time, you’re a dad? What was the child’s name?” He smiled with all of his teeth showing and his mouth slightly open, thoroughly enjoying this bit of information. He couldn’t wait to here the child’s name, had he heard of it in history books? Or was this a completely different reality Jack created where Henry wasn’t the king but he was. That would be an interesting reality to visit.

(ok! Thats fine, dont worry about it!)

"Well, the queen was Catherine of Aragorn, and we weren't technically married. Not according to the church of England, anyway." He shrugged slightly. "But…no, she never had a child of mine. Uhm…she was one of the queens who had miscarriages, but was never able to actually…have a child." He looked away for a moment, then back at Lincoln. "But yes, it would have been pretty cool if that had happened." He chuckled softly, shaking his head. "It was a weird paradox, but it didn't need too much to straighten out."

“Ohh,” He frowned empathetically, not knowing if Jack was really affected by losing a child from hundreds of years ago, but just in case, “I’m sorry about that.” He smiled softly in return. He didn’t know what losing a child felt like, but he could imagine it would be more than terrible, to say the least. “That’s good the paradox got straightened out, but it would have been interesting if you actually were the king of England. You would have pretty great privileges.”

Jack shrugged, then chuckled softly. "Yeah, that's true. I've heard that being king does have some pretty sweet benefits." He grinned at Lincoln. "Although that would have been a hell of a paradox to try to fix." He added. "That would have been an absolute nightmare."
(Hey just a heads up that I'm going to California for a few days, so i won't be super active, sorry)

(Oh neat! That’s alright, have fun!)

“Certainly,” he returned the amused grin. He let his posture relax into a looser gait alongside Jack. “Out of curiosity, how might one fix a paradox? Do you have an origination or business to help repair them?”

(yup! Alright, i will!)

Jack thought for a moment. "Well, there's the Time Travelers Corps, and they're the ones that help with paradoxes and make sure the timeline stays intact and stuff." He replied.

“That’s just splendid,” he grinned excitedly, “Has anyone from the past you traveled to ever joined the Corps? Or is it exclusively for your time period?” He glanced forward very briefly to gage how close they were to the store: not much farther, about 5 more minutes at the most.

Jack frowned. "Well, technically I'm not supposed to be telling you anything about all of this." He replied. "But… there's no rule against it, it's just that most time travelers are from my own time period. That we know of, anyway." He shrugged a little.

“Ooh,” he reached up to touch his chin thoughtfully. He knew he wouldn’t be able to join; it wouldn’t be practical, and he didn’t want Jack to be disciplined for telling him about the time travelers. But even just to imagine being a time traveler—it was a nice thought. How much could he learn about engineering by traveling more than once or twice with Jack? “Does every member have a Tip?”

Jack nodded. "Mhm." He replied. "Well, not a Tip, exactly. Tip is the name I chose for mine, we each choose different names." He explained. "And they each have a slightly different personality and voice."

“Ooh,” Lincoln grinned, “For hypothetical purposes, If I had one…” he rubbed his jaw with the hand already on his face, “Hm, maybe Pip? To match with yours?” Loose laughter bubbled from his chest, “Tip and Pip.”

Jack laughed. "That would definitely be an interesting choice." He replied, looking over at Lincoln. Something stirred inside him as he watched the other male, and he exhaled, looking away for a moment before returning his eyes to Lincoln. No crushes allowed, remember? He reminded himself.

Lincoln side-glanced back over to Jack with an admiring smile set in the corner of his mouth. “Indeed-“ was all he could manage to say. His mind was anywhere but the conversation now. He’d only known this man for less than a day, but he felt an attraction to the personality he gave off, and of course his appearance. The suit…his eyes…the general look like he was holding something back: he couldn’t help but be spoony on Jack, and he wanted nothing more than to continue to get to know him. Maybe he could buy him a drink at the bar after they picked up what they needed for Tip.

Jack let out a soft sigh, watching his breath turn to steam in the cool air. He raked a hand through his hair, leaving the red strands sticking up messily, where they had been neatly combed. He couldn't help but feel… attracted. God. He was an idiot, wasn't he? You've learned this lesson before. No crushes to relationships with people from the past. You know that.

Lincoln’s gaze travelled up to Jack’s hair, silently admiring it again with the same smile on his lips. He pulled out a watch from his pocket to check the time, “We’re almost there, but it may be a bit early in the day for my friend,” his smile turned sheepish, apprehensive “Would you like to get a cup of coffee first?” It might not exactly be a date, but it was worth a shot to spend as much quality time as he could with him.

Jack looked over at him, and smiled lightly. "Yeah, sure. Sounds good. To be honest, this is a little early for me, too, but…" He shrugged, and stretched, then turned to face Lincoln. "Coffee sounds like a good pick-me-up. So where are we going to get it from?"

Lincoln loosened the scarf around his neck to let in a little air. “There’s a quaint, old coffee shop on the other side of that corner,” he gestured. “It’s called ‘Dutch’s Brew Coffeehouse.’ It’s been in business since before I was born—definitely longer than I’ve lived here.”

Jack gave a quick smile. "Alright. Sounds good." He replied, looking at Lincoln. "Lead the way, then." He waved a hand somewhat theatrically, then shivered and pulled his coat closer around himself, shifting to try and get a little more comfortable, a little warmer.

“Off we go,” Lincoln pulled the scarf closer around his neck again once he was sufficiently cooled off. The worst thing about winter was being simultaneously cold from the weather, and hot from the layers of clothing at the same time. Thankfully the walk to the coffee shop was brief. He pulled open the door, which prompted a little bell above the frame to announce their arrival.

A middle-aged man with a receding hairline—presumably a manager, if not owner of the shop—looked up from wiping down one of the tables. He gave a curt “Good morning, gentlemen,” before returning to his work.

Jack nodded politely to the older man, loosening his coat and taking off his hat as they entered the shop. He took a deep breath, sighing softly. He looked over at Lincoln. He could smell the coffee grounds, could smell all the familiar scents of a coffee shop. "They don't change much through the ages, now do they?" he said to himself.

“Good morning,” He peeled off his scarf and coat, draping them over his arm while he scanned the room for a place to sit.

The shop was empty with the exception of a young couple sharing a humorous chat in the corner. The woman laughed while the man crossed his legs and leaned forward with his arms crossed on the table. He had the widest smile while he talked.

The atmosphere felt very similar to how it would when it was founded in the mid 1800’s: the main coffee bar against one of the walls, a fireplace, a few tables scattered randomly, and various portraits of famous figures hung everywhere one might look.

Jack took off his coat and hat. His eyes landed on the young couple, and a small smile flickered over his face, then he looked away. He let out a soft breath, raking a hand through his hair.

Lincoln sank down into a chair at the table closest to the window. He peered over at Jack and smiled again— he loved it when he did that with his hair— "Your hair must have a mind of its own, getting messed up so often," he attempted a playful smirk, but it appeared more sloppy and lopsided than he intended.

Jack sat down across from him, and chuckled softly. "Mm. Yes, I don't think it likes being neat and tidy." he replied, grinning. "It doesn't like behaving." he chuckled, smiling. "But hey, on the plus side, at least I have an excuse for the days when I'm feeling too lazy to comb it." he shrugged.