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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?

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Crap on a crapstick.

[She knows this place. Wouldn't ever forget it. Well, she did, technically, but she knows it again now like she was just here yesterday.]

This is so not fair. You play dirty, castle! You hear me? [She glares at a ghost floating by.] Yeah, you better walk away.

((ooc: sob i probably need to canon review, please bear with me!))

[Down in the lobby, for just a few seconds, a door opens that wasn't there before and will never be again, and out steps a young man in a turtleneck and jacket. At first his back is turned to the room, as he calls back indistinctly to someone else, but as he emerges from the door, his enthusiasm dims slightly into confusion.]

Oh. ... Where have we turned up now, Buckingham Palace?

[Granted, as long as it's the Buckingham Palace of 1963, that might not be so bad. He turns back toward the door -] Barbara, I think we're a bit off target.

[- only to find it's vanished. That raises the alarm. He rushes back to the now-blank wall, feeling for a door there, or a crack, anything, but he comes up empty.]

Barbara! Barbara, can you hear me? Open the door!

[But no answer. He slams his fist against the wall in frustration. They'd known going in that something could easily go wrong, but - but this?!]

[Calleigh just finished up scouting the place. It looks like one of those worlds that are pretty much peaceful most of the time. She found the Death Match bar and was fiddling around with the jukebox]

Holy 90's. Who would have thought there's music from my world in here. Fuckin' A.

[She starts to dance to the music before kicking a chair, making it spin around in the air before landing perfectly on the floor. She sat and puts her legs up on the table, and places both hands on the back of her head]

[Troy was a little bummed that he didn't bring his powered armor on the mission with him, so now he's stuck in the wrong world with nothing but his guns. Not that he can't do his job without his suit, but flying around in it would be fun, so now he's got nothing to do than wait until this is over. He already met up with his teammates, and they all agreed to just wait it out much to Sofia's disliking.

Right now he just dressed down, taking his gear and weapons off and setting them aside on a nook in the castle's gym while he tries out the heavy bag, striking it repeatedly with the grace and ferocity of a trained martial artist. But his strikes were powerful enough to break the bag and have it flying across the room with only a few hits]

Good thing I don't have to pay for that.

[There’s a beautiful blue horse sitting in the lobby today. His purple and golden mane is immaculate, sparkles occasionally flickering around him. His hooves are the prettiest of pink, a flower nestled behind his ear. He’s every princesses dream horse. He’s the sort of horse you’d get in your Barbie playset.

Well, except for one thing. He seems to be a beautiful magical flying horse with the voice of Christopher Walken. Well, you can't have everything, folks]

And here. Here I am. In an enchanted castle who’s purpose is to feast, feast on the empty void that is my soul for the rest of eternity. Oh. Oh they laughed, they mocked... mocked Twinkle the Marvel Horse when I told them of the atrocities awaiting us. But my dreams were right. And there is not a single soul here to acknowledge it.

[He heaves a forlorn sigh]

This is a tragic and ironic end to my ghastly and meaningless existence.

Edited 2013-08-18 17:52 (UTC)

[He was in the Bebop five minutes ago....!]

What the hell?

[What the-?

Being human in a messed-up mental institution wasn't bad enough, apparently. Now Zero's waking up in a strange castle with a journal and no memory of arriving here. To make things even more confusing, he's back to being a Reploid again - which he can't really complain about, admittedly, but jfc this better not be another one of Landel's tricks...

Oh well. Guess there's little else he can do but start wandering from room to room, trying to figure out what this place is. He doesn't recognize anyone or anything yet, but at least this castle is a hundred times nicer looking than the Institute.]

[a young girl is out on the shooting range. And what would a girl like that be doing in such a place? Why, she is practicing her firearms, of course! She aims at a target and fires her handgun, hitting it dead center]

[Have one older southern gentleman walking purposefully around the castle with an air of profound annoyance. The journal does manage to pique his curiosity, however briefly. It's a simple concept to grasp even if it's technology eludes him.]

There had better be a damn good explanation for this...

((ooc: Anyone around during the Holly Peaks world change might recognize him. Although he doesn't sound like the Church they know.))

[a strange pink-haired girl is lying on the grass among the flowers. Why is she doing that? Is she dead or just sleeping?]

[ Don't mind her - she is not entirely unused to waking up in alternate worlds or dimensions. She will be poking around almost literally all parts of the castle, visibly annoyed. ]

Doctor? Rory? One of you had best show yourselves soon!

[ And if she jabs her finger, accusatory, into your character's chest at demands to know where she is? Well, she'll apologize later when things are all cleared up. ]

[Sister has already made herself at home in the lobby, surrounded by bottle of booze and some very shady looking packets of THINGS]

Oh shit, I thought I totally dreamed this place while I was high. Unless I'm high right now. I missed you, awesome hallucination castle.

Edited 2013-08-18 19:26 (UTC)

[Someone is sitting in a chair in the lobby. He flips through his journal, adjusting the glasses on his face, stopping on an empty page.]

Well, this seems to be rather interesting. [He watches the words appear on the page.] Perhaps some form of microphone and dictation chip... fascinating.

Edited 2013-08-18 19:32 (UTC)

[Caesar chuffs, scratches at an itch nervously and picks up the book next to him. The cold stone walls remind him of the ape 'sanctuary' he was jailed in. He already doesn't like this place.]

Caesar is lost... what is this castle?

[Not content to sit around, Caesar is going to wander around and try to figure what is going on.]

Edited 2013-08-18 19:56 (UTC)

[Disorienting. That's what this is. Completely disorienting and not the freezing cold lake he had just dragged himself to. The Lienid not!prince wandered as carefully as he could, world around him dark and hand on the walls to guide him while he vainly tried to focus his Grace.

The bandages around his shoulder are loose now, a bit of blood trickling down his arm but still he's moving. At least until he reaches the foyer and trips over something, sprawling across the floor with a groan. For a moment he just lies there and then turns himself over, one gold eye and one silver eye staring up at the ceiling vacantly.]

[There is a tall elf lurking in the garden. He's good at being inconspicuous but he sure as hell doesn't look it. To a degree, he has ceased giving a single fuck. His hood is down, letting his red-streaked silver hair free. He's wearing lots of robes reminiscent of Hogwarts if it was in Russia, all dark red and black with the occasional gold trim.]

Here, again? I suppose it's too much to ask for rest.

[He reaches out to touch a nearby flower. It seems to perk up a bit from his presence.]

Nice digs.

[Unfamiliar, uncomfortable, and strange. Dead or hallucinating, maybe, but she's been doing this long enough to know better than to pass up an opportunity.]

Don't mind if I do.

[She can be found picking through the castle for things she needs -- in the kitchen, the lobby, unoccupied rooms. Maybe even occupied rooms, if your security is lax enough. All with an ice pick she's clearly very familiar with using.

Probably best not to startle her.]

[A. A new webpage has appeared on Castlenet. The link is easy to find even if you're not looking for it.
At first glance, it seems like nothing more than an interactive simulation of a high-class bar. The staff consists of two bartenders, and as far as patrons, there's only one: a young woman seated in a booth near the back. You can click to move around, and even sit down with her.

The site is unusually immersive, though. If you stay a few minutes, you might even forget you're on a computer at all, and feel like you're really there. Of course, you are still on the computer, and you can be snapped out of it by outside stimuli. But by far the greatest oddity of radioclub.jp is that it acts as a portal to your dreams, your subconscious. Once you're there, Paprika can easily enter them, if need be.

So, would you like to sit and have a drink, or chat with the girl in the booth? She'd be happy to talk about you.]

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[B. You're fast asleep, and dreaming. Paprika, wandering through the residents' dreams as she does, has come across yours. Oh, of course she's not supposed to interfere, but - certainly some people could use her help, and it isn't as if she's causing any harm, is it? This is just her natural state. As she travels, she might take on a fitting role in your dream - either of her choosing, or one that your subconscious mind picks for her.

So, denizens of Paradisa, what are you dreaming about?]

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((ooc: A quick permissions thing for dreams - Paprika can manipulate the contents of people's dreams, though she prefers not to (or to make only minor changes, like her own appearance) unless it's an emergency. So, in picking a scenario, please let me know which option you're comfortable with:
1. Paprika may not enter your character's dreams/subconscious at all. (only applies to A.)
2. She may enter, but is actively prevented from altering anything. (esp. in the case of lucid dreamers, psychics, etc.)
3. She may enter, but you'd prefer her to only alter her own appearance, not the dream itself.
4. She can make minor changes to herself and the dream if she feels it's necessary. (DEFAULT. I'll go with this if no option is specified.)
5. She can make major changes to the dream. (full access basically.)

IF SHE WAS ACTUALLY IN PARA THIS BIT WOULD HAVE ITS OWN POST dskalf;jsdkf))

It does not understand. It does not know…

[A giant bug-like alien is shivering in the middle of the lobby, looking about at its surroundings fearfully. The dark almond-shaped, glossy body looks vaguely like a spider… an effect that is only heightened by its eight legs and many eyes. In front of the body are two long slender foreclaws. And to top it all off, the creature is eight feet tall. Its intimidating looks do not seem to be helping our new arrival adjust though. It shifts nervously on its legs, its scenting palps waving uncertainly at all the foreign objects. The creatures mutters in a quiet, feminine voice.]

This is not the Commorancy. This one does not belong.

[It's a holodeck, right? Right? Please tell him it's the holodeck...

There is one (1) Starfleet officer looking nervous as heck as he looks around him in the lobby, looking up at the ceiling. Please let this be a joke by someone, please.

He's totally ignoring the journal by his feet at the moment.]

Computer? [...] Computer, end program. [...] Computer? Admiral Paris? Anyone? [Okay that turned into a whine there near the end.]

[He could be doing a lot of things right now, stopping Grievous, lecturing Anakin, bemoaning his life as the master of the most difficult Padawan in the galaxy. But instead, instead he's in a castle he doesn't recognize, with a book telling him things he's not sure if he should believe or not. But he can't ignore his senses, the Force, and it's telling him it's all very real.

Great. Just great.

And that's how he ends up pulling his robe closer and finding his way into the library, looking over various books and trying to figure out just what's going on here. When he's done with that he starts to explore the castle proper and occasionally can be heard muttering to himself.]

When I said I wanted something more peaceful, I wasn't expecting this.

((ooc: for the sake of this meme feel free to fourth wall him!))

[Pretty much the moment Jintetsu got to the castle, his first priority was getting the fuck out of there. So yeah, if you run into him indoors, that's probably what he's in the process of doing. He's an interesting sight, between the steel mask, the metal left hand, and the sword with a working eyeball in the hilt - besides which, in spite of everything, he's still short enough to look like a teenager.

You might also catch him outside on the grounds, where he's slightly less on edge. Slightly. And in either case, it might sound at a distance like he's talking to himself, although if he sees anyone approaching he'll stop immediately.

So yes. Bother the grumpy-looking cyborg swordguy (and his sword)? Y/Y]

Edited 2013-08-18 20:30 (UTC)

[ While it was certainly unexpected, and a surprise to say the least, Belle has lived inside of castles before. So, really, that part in it of itself wasn't very new. This was a castle she did not know though.

Which was why she immediately set off to examining the building and trying to find answers to the dozens upon dozens of questions that she wanted to ask. She spends a good amount of time exploring the castle, which anyone could easily run into her, or she could be found a couple of hours later in the library.

Because she does love a good library. ]

[This is Dexter Grif. He was going back to Red Base to tell Sarge that Simmons had defected to the Blues again but instead he's in this castle.

It's weird, but what is he going to do about it? It's not like he was in a rush to get back to Red base anyway. It's also kind of nice here.

He's looking for the Kitchen.]

At least it's better then that dumb canyon.

[ He's never been inside the great hall of a castle, but from what he knows, this certainly does appear to be the great hall of a castle. It's an interesting place to pause and watch the people go by, so as you pass, you might notice an armored space marine, arms crossed and leaning sideways against a pillar. ]

This is a classy place, huh? I don't even know how I got here.

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Lily Aldrin || How I Met Your Mother

Ian Chesterton | Doctor Who

Calleigh Rinzler ♥ Original ♥ OTA

Troy Dantes * Original * OTA

Twinkle the Marvel Horse | Dave the Barbarian

Jet Black | Cowboy Bebop

Zero | Mega Man Zero