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  Fourth Wall Meme

It's the return of the Fourth Wall Meme, and we're opening it for the next full week! paradisa does not allow non-members to post or comment in our main community, so we're offering this as a place to roleplay with our cast. Both character journals and personal journals are welcome, as well as doubles, original characters, AUs, whatever. Not all can be applied to the main game, but they're certainly welcome here.

Premise:
You wake up in a giant, magical castle. Everything is beautiful and the castle grants material wishes. It also provides a magic journal to every resident that allows everyone to communicate with each other like a two-way radio.
 

Format:
[Actions] Dialogue.

IE:
[Mickey Mouse enters the room, and sits down at the kitchen table.]

Gosh, guys, is this place ever swell!

What are you gonna do?

Comments

Catherine Howard | The Tudors

[vivacis]

[ Catherine must have gone entirely mad.

It would be no surprise. She heard Jane has gone mad too, and that the King has drafted a bill to allow such insane persons to still be executed for treason, so that Catherine would have company until the end. Perhaps that is what he meant when he offered her mercy in exchange for her confession. Or this, an illusion of a castle so lovely she cannot even imagine it in her dreams. It would not be beyond his power to grant such gifts to her. He has always given her so many gifts.

Jane said, back when she was not yet mad, His Majesty spoils you. Catherine knows he does, but is she not worth it? Look at her now, frolicking about the orchards in only her white petticoat and skirts, golden hair set loose about her shoulders. Find her an executioner with an aim so true that he can still find her neck while she twirls about like this.

If she should die, she would rather die dancing. ]

[sworn]

[Vereesa had been among the trees, ever sharpening her tracking skills. Although skilled as ever, sitting idly by without training will do her no good. With all that Paradisa has wrought in the past, she has no intention of letting her abilities fade in the slightest.

The young woman dancing among the orchards, however, poses as much a threat as a passing butterfly would. They share the same grace, even. Light on her feet, Vereesa is impressed at how well the woman is dancing without disturbing the grass and leaves at her feet.

She moves herself to a low branch, still silently watching her, but at least she is now visible to the human eye.]

[vivacis]

[ Catherine is a gifted dancer, light on her feet with a certain careless grace to her. Careless, as in life. She moves into a twirl then, spinning round and round until she loses count of how many times she has spun, then she lets herself fall to her back on the grass. A fleeting gossamer of a girl.

That's when she spots her audience, so she smiles and gives a little wave, still dazed. She may be waving at thin air, but it doesn't matter if anyone thinks her insane. ]

[sworn]

[The smile is returned, and Vereesa bows her head to the woman in greeting.]

You're quite a gifted dancer. Why do you dance alone so far from the castle?

[vivacis]

[ The woman looks strange, if she is a woman and not a ghost. Perhaps she has died already but doesn't remember it. Catherine laughs and laughs at the compliment or maybe at the question. She just wants to laugh. ]

I wished to dance for you. Did I dance prettily?

[sworn]

[Such a curious response. She wonders if perhaps she is on a loss of some sort. She'll humor her regardless.]

Very much so. I haven't seen such graceful dancing since I was very young.

[vivacis]

[ Catherine may have been hopping in place in glee over that compliment, but remembers to stretch out a hand for the lady to hold. ]

Did your mother dance too? I think-- [ She takes a moment to bite her lip and collect her words. ] my mother must have. I am certain of it.

[sworn]

[She hops from the branch onto the grass below, barely making a sound with her landing. It would be rude not to take her hand, so she does.]

Your mother would have been talented as well. My mother danced, but then all elves danced in Silvermoon. Anything was cause for a celebration in those years.

[vivacis]

Elves!

[ Her giggling trails a little too long, but then she takes the lady's hand gently as she moves to try and twirl under her arm. ]

And you, you must dance too.

[sworn]

[She's a little too bewildered by this girl's amusement to put up much of a fight when it comes to the dancing, allowing herself to be twirled as she wishes.]

I've not danced since my wedding.

[ensorceler]

[ Well, isn't that just...interesting. A girl half-dressed dancing around like she thinks herself a fae. Even age can't be offered as an excuse, since she may be young but she is no child. Still, it's no business of Anne's. She doesn't actually rule this castle, and no longer pretends it.

As she draws closer in passing, though, on her way to a favorite tree for reading, Anne's forced to slow and then stop, staring with a more pointed look to her gaze. ]

[vivacis]

[ Catherine thinks this lady is an admirer of hers, standing there in awe of her beauty and grace. Everyone must be in such awe of her. But it's only when she slows her twirling that she catches sight of the lady's face and stumbles to a stop.

A ghost. Perhaps she too is dead already. ]

Cousin?

[ensorceler]

[ That confirms it, having needed longer to assess the identity of the girl. She had thought, but...it had been quite some time since she had seen her young cousin. Naturally, she had looked even younger then. But of course she would recognize her queen, how could she not? ]

So it is you after all.

[ Why her. Her of all people, and not someone to matter to her? Father, she would like her father. ]

You have only just arrived, and I find you dancing for it?