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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

[capedcrusading]

[He studies it, tapping his chin.]

I have one of those, I think. [Ta-dah, somehow it's been within arm's length.] How utterly fascinating. An iPad?

[He's stalling. She trusts him, he wants to know why, precisely, given the last time he saw her. Well. She slapped him.]

[secondchances]

[Without a word, she approaches him and picks the journal out of his hand. She makes sure it's shut, then heads over to the nearest drawer and places both of their journals inside before shutting that. Good enough. When she speaks, she sounds more like herself, and less like herself straining to be polite.]

The dumb playboy thing is so much more annoying than the awkward nerd thing. For the record.

[Stephanie takes a breath before turning back to Bruce. Time to get this sorted out.]

It's safe. No one's listening.

[capedcrusading]

You know why.

[He has straightened up, the Bruce Wayne hat is off and it is very much Batman who is staring back at her. He's definitely not as cold as he was to her as Spoiler, not as shocked as he would be when she'd first shown up on the radar again, because while he'd suspected she wasn't dead he'd had no evidence. (And still, he remembered holding her hand in Leslie's clinic.)]

Are you and I the only ones here?

[It's a sharp question, but the anger is directed elsewhere. He's simply allowing her to see it.]

[secondchances]

I know, but I don't ever have to deal with it firsthand. [There's no reason for Stephanie Brown and Bruce Wayne to cross paths. They're worlds apart, supposedly.

She leans back against the dresser, posture relaxed despite being ready to bite back. She reminds herself of the Bruce that came from a universe without Jason Todd, without Stephanie Brown, without Damian Wayne. He had been easier to talk to, easier to be friendly with. She reminds herself of telling him that he wasn't going to take Batgirl away from her, and that still stood. Three and a half years away from Gotham changed her, but she wasn't going to go back to groveling at his feet for acceptance.

At least, that's what she was telling herself right now.]

Tim and Cass are here.

Hello to you, too.