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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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Um...

[Naegi isn't talking to anyone in particular as he puts down the journal. It's too unreal. Or rather, that's something he would say before he went through the Hope's Peak experience. He takes a moment to examine his surroundings. It's so...opulent and fancy. Like something Celes-san or Togami-kun would enjoy.

He feels out of place.

Funny how he, the normal guy, is the odd one out once again. Or is it his average-ness that makes him unusual? He looks back to the journal - it's "magic," or so it is claimed to be. Is anyone around? He makes another quick sweep of the room and sees no one. If the thing isn't magical, he doesn't want anyone to see him looking like a fool. And then he opens it, hesitates for a moment, and speaks a single word.]

...hello?

[Stood in the lobby is one rather confused Starfleet captain. A common sight, no doubt.

He lowers the phaser in his hand and reaches for his communicator.]

I think it's safe to say this isn't Camp Khitomer... [And he flips his communicator open.] Sulu to Excelsior. Excelsior, please, come in.

[Nothing. Oh, well. He didn't expect anything.

He does, however, bend down and pick up the journal on the floor.]

Well, no sense standing around here... [And off he goes to explore. He's a Starfleet captain, that's what they do.]

[ Having said goodbye to Lois didn't mean she was preparing to take a trip to an alternate world. One that, by all accounts, she shouldn't remember. It's like getting hit by a tank, and this time without Prometheus to take the blow. It forces Lana to spend a good several minutes in her assigned castle room, struggling to absorb the years of memories, to mesh them with what she brought with her, and somehow make sense of it all.

When she stands, though, she stands like a woman with all the confidence in the world. Her jaw is set, and her eyes are wary although there's a glimmer of hope in them when she steps out into the hall and glances around. She wishes now that she could have that super speed again to race through the halls and check the names, not having anything to access CastleNet any longer.

So she walks as someone rediscovering an old home, gaze everywhere but never straying for too long. If she must be here, she can hope (selfishly) that she might find someone to recognize her. But that might be impossible when she doesn't know how long it's been here.

For any who do spot her, there is a different to Lana. Not just the short hair that barely passes her chin, but her walk itself. Maybe she had strode with confidence before, but it was hardly inviting, and it was borrowed. This is her own, but then she is closer to thirty now than she is to twenty. People change. ]

[Now this is just ridiculous.

Evelyn Carnahan is exhausted and hungry, yes, and has only recently narrowly escaped finding out what Abel's sacrificial lamb felt like. But no matter how tiring it is to battle mummies and ride camels for hours and hours, it isn't at all reasonable to expect to fall asleep in the middle of the desert and wake up indoors. Not when there was still at least a day's ride from Hamunaptra to get through.

She pinches her hip and is disappointed to find that it hurts. Of course, it was aching a little already, but that only makes the fact doubly obvious: this definitely isn't a dream.

Well, no use staying curled up against a wall. The sooner she finds her travel mates, the sooner they can all get back to Cairo. Paradisa, if you could locate a couple of ne'er-do-wells for the wild-haired woman wandering around in a black nightgown, she'd be very much obliged.]

Rick? Jonathan?

[It wasn't the first time she ended up somewhere she wasn't familiar with or under circumstances that were outside of her control.

Vesper did not like things outside of her control, call it a failing but she liked things and people to fall into neat categories. This defied all logic, science, and well just that so far but that was enough.]

They told me I would see the world, they never mentioned there might be more than one.

[She scoffed and swept up the journal to start scouting her new surroundings.]

[Magic castle, you say? James is prancing about in the halls, checking out every open room he can find, and meanwhile periodically shouting greetings into his journal.]

Hello!

Yoo-hoo~!

Anybody out there?

[She'd been on her way to see one of Geordie's gigs. Or, rather, another band's gig, where Geordie had been roped into filling in for Mia when she broke her arm. From Gracie St, she could hear the beginning rounds of tuning instruments as the band set up their equipment, so the last thing she expected on opening the door was to find herself in a maze of near-silent tunnels lit up with enough distant lights to imitate the night sky.

It was surreal--utterly dreamlike as she turned around and found the street had disappeared along with the bar. It should have been enough to panic her, but instead it was simply...familiar.

There was no easy way out. The Insolitus was a maze at the best of times, and she hadn't exactly planned on bringing bread crumbs. But the longer she walked, the more she remembered, until a series of twists and turns have her stepping out into a hallway that...

well...

it felt like home.

And she wasn't entirely sure if that was a good thing or not.]

[OOC: Forgive my lack of icons. VERY obscure canon is obscure.]

[Just a few seconds ago, she'd been defending Hard Harry to the parents and teachers gathered to discuss what to do about the horrible menace, the student who dared to speak his mind. And now? She'd closed her eyes, long enough for a blink, maybe... And now she was somewhere else, just standing in what looks like the lobby of ...a very very rich, fancy building. She shrugs her shoulders, and straightens her shirt and tries to make herself look presentable...And then she peers around. A journal on the floor that she's not noticed is recording... perhaps the first time Paige Woodward ever let anyone hear her swear.]

What the fuck is this?

[She looks a little panicky.]

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[Waking up in a luxurious room to find a journal beside her, her name carefully inscribed on the cover, was not as unfamiliar as it should have been. In fact, the sudden ceasing of the engine might have been what woke her, but it's the sight of that book that has her cursing as she picks it up, gingerly holding one of the covers by the corner.]

*Da-shiang bao-tza shr duh lah doo-tze

[it's not so much that she's afraid it'll bite--she knows better--as she doesn't want to get a solid enough grip to prove that it's real. Again.]

Cap'n?

[But Mal hadn't been here, last time. And she could remember the others leaving, one after the other. So she reaches out to the only person she knows was still here when she was]

Zoe?

*Explosive diarrhea of an elephant

[Everybody likes fuzzy rodents, right? How about fuzzy rodents who can use electric attacks? How about fuzzy electrical rodents in your lobby, Paradisa? Well, like it or not, you've got one. And he's smiling. In short, a wild pikachu appears. What do?]

[the journal near you suddenly starts broadcasting an unfamiliar voice. Unfamiliar, but strangely cheerful]

Hello? Desert Bluffs? Oh, dear. I don't remember going through a portal this time, but I have most certainly found myself somewhere new. It isn't a recording studio this time. It looks to be a stone building of some kind, with lush carpets. Outside, I can hear birds.

Desert Bluffs, if you can hear me right now, I am very far from home. The sun is warm but not hot like we're used to, and the way it shines down on me makes me smile.

It's such a beautiful day in this strange world. So beautiful that it would be a shame not to comment on it. Hopefully my voice will give you some comfort as you explore your new environment. And maybe you'll make a new friend! How wonderful!

[Maybe you're in the kitchen, or your room, or the lobby, but there is lamp here. It doesn't quite fit in with all this fancy decor, but there is it. Clearly just an ordinary lamp, yep.

Clearly.]

[Someone isn't exactly happy to be here; well, okay, he's half unhappy and half bemused. Given where he came from, it's something of a constant state of being and he's gotten used to it. That doesn't mean he particularly enjoys getting jerked around, though.]

So much for needing a Keyhole to get to another world.

[The one difference Wash has from most of the other Freelancers around here is that he arrived with friends; there's a cat prowling around his feet and a bat perched on his shoulder. The bat takes off, intending to scout a hallway.]

Don't go too far. I don't need you getting lost.

[The bat squeaks back an affirmative and rounds a corner. The cat doesn't look like she's going anywhere; she's too wound up and overprotective to leave her person alone in a strange place.]

[OOC: This is Wash with canon from

revenance_rpg. Basically, he arrived with Dream Eaters and is pretty sure he's still dreaming.]

[ Joshua Kiryu is not a happy camper. He's done with this castle. Very done. Barring a few bright moments here and there, this place was an absolute waste of time. It was worthless. It was. Make peace with him, castle. He's already done so with you.

He's sitting in the kitchen, feet up on the counter, fiddling with his phone, face stormy. He did have a journal, but that's being kept firmly closed under his heel. He will outright ignore anyone... barring a few bright spots, of course.

(or persistence. Persistence may be interesting enough for him. Or something??? Who knows with this guy?????) ]

...

[ Complete with desk, Minato has appeared with a glorious lack of fanfare in the lobby. Evidently, he had been studying so hard that he had fallen asleep, and only the jolt of a desk suddenly hitting ground jolts him.

Without lifting his head, he gropes blindly for an unhealthily large soda on the edge of the desk, miraculously not spilt. Minato lifts his head and finally notices that his classroom has become larger, more populated, and much more like a magical wish-granting castle.

He takes a long, loud, contemplative sip of his soda, and considers putting his head down again. ]

Hm.

[ This isn't right. This isn't right at all. Those men should have shot her down, they should have ended her life before she could turn and yet here she is now. She should be dead and yet here she is in the living, breathing flesh instead of the dead, stinking corpse she should be. She lifts her hand to feel the bite mark there. And it is still there, of course, but there's something different about it now. It feels as though it may almost be scarred over, not the festering mess it was. ]

What the hell is going on here? And what the hell am I supposed to do with this?

[ Tess throws the journal behind her, passing it off as completely useless. A blank journal with no writing utensils is useless and she has no desire to find any. There are more important things to worry about right now. ]

[...Where was he?

The last thing Rock remembered, he was shutting down for a regular check and recharge back in Light Labs. This was very certainly not Light Labs, or anywhere close to it -- Rock's systems are whirring in overdrive, trying to locate himself in relation to well... anything familiar, really.

It's failing. Pretty hard, in fact. His armor system, at least, is still working, and that's a comfort in an unknown place like this; he doesn't want to have to fight anything, but at least he isn't helpless.

The journal is definitely a new addition, but he can tell at a glance it's some sort of communicator. So... better give it a go.]

Ah... hello? Can someone hear me?

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[Ayumi wakes up in a strange, Western-styled castle. Some girls would be thrilled to be in a castle. Ayumi might have been if her situation has been less worrying. Yet she could not remember how she got here, nor did she recognize the location, which leads Ayumi to one inevitable conclusion: she's been kidnapped!

However, some things weren't adding up. The door wasn't locked, and no one tried stopping her when she snuck out. The place also was quite crowded, which seemed unusual in a kidnapping case. Didn't kidnappers prefer empty places? This calls for a little investigating. Ayumi sneaks into the crowd, hoping for safety in numbers. She wants to get an adult for help, but what if it’s the culprit?! It’s not like she saw their face after all. What she needs is to find the police, or better yet, the Detective Boys. Have they realized that she's gone? Are they safe?

Despite how scared she is, Ayumi keeps going. As she walks, she begins quietly talking into her Detective Boys badge, scanning the crowd for police officers or suspicious characters.]

Haibara-san? Conan-kun? Genta-kun? Mitsuhiko-kun? Can anyone hear me?

[At the town, a lost young woman was walking around the crowded street...]

Oh gods... What have I gotten myself into? This town is nowhere near Ylisse.

[OOC: I haven't played the game in forever, so I'm a little rusty with her. But I wish to play as Lucina in a game someday, so consider this a practice drive]

Edited 2013-08-25 13:12 (UTC)

[Okaaaayyyy...

So...

G wasn't quite sure what to make of waking up in a castle. He briefly wondered, maybe, if he'd gotten lucky with some rich girl at a bar and she'd brought him back to her place? ... if that was the case, he must've been hella drunk, because he can't remember one damn detail.

And if that girl was rich she was hella rich. Or royalty... if it was royalty that could be some trouble... whoops.

So he just kind of strolls around, hands in his pockets. It wasn't terribly becoming of a right hand to be in this sort of situation, but oh well. He'll just put it behind him like he has the others, once he finds a way out of this damn place. Seriously, how big was it even?]

[It isn't the abyss and it isn't Asgard. He's really tired of randomly being fucked with.

Standing in one of the halls is a tall, blond haired teen with a heart on his shirt and black jeans. To complete the image is ridiculous shades, dark combat boots and silver bracelet on his wrist with a blue gem set into it.]

Oh hell no, I'm already saddled up with someone else's problems. I'm not going to load more onto the plates I'm already spinning.

[And now he's talking to the air. Great. He's off to a great start.

Speaking of that. Dirk opens the journal and sighs.]

'I'll spare you the usual confusion'.

[A small line of text appears when he speaks causing him to blink.

Might as well continue. I don't have time for that shit.

Give me the details about this place, and I'll be out of your collective hair while I process what clusterfuck I've fallen down the rabbit hole into this time.]

((ooc: Dirk Strider with game canon from

asgardeventide.))

Edited 2013-08-21 02:46 (UTC)

[Well now. Waking up in a strange place was certainly new... especially given his most recent situation. Needless to say this wasn't where he'd been expecting to awaken.

He frowned slightly as he stepped out of his room. The decor makes him even more curious. There wasn't anything like this place on most of the border planets and this certainly wasn't a ship or anything in the Core.

There's one easy way to find out, of course. He smiles kindly and reaches a hand towards the person walking by him]

Excuse me? I seem to be a mite lost. I don't suppose you could be so kind as to tell me where we are?

[Paradisa, there is now a naked giant running through your halls. He'd been bathing in the river, but a turn through the trees brought him to a strange castle.

And he's scared.]

Hodor! Hodor!!!

[Well, this was strange. Luce hadn't actually seen being moved to a giant castle in her future, but here she was. Quite suddenly too. She'd been at home and now she was here.

But she didn't think this was a rival mafia family's doing. Not so suddenly. But this place still made her very unsettled. There was something...off about it. She placed her hand on her stomach in a calming gesture (more for her than the baby, though the baby did kick her hand in response) and started to look around.

Maybe there was somebody or something that could give her a clue to where she was.]

...Hello?

[You know what every castle needs, and which Paradisa has been sorely lacking in as of late? Tiny blonde creatures excitedly dragging stuffed bunnies through the lobby. Good thing you have one today, or the prognosis might have been dire.]

❀ Wow, can you believe we're back here?! It's been forever! ❀

[He seems to be speaking to the bunny - a worrying sight.]

❀ Hey, do you think they still have the duck pond, Usa-chan? ❀

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