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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

[knightofthedead]

And you are also very much not David Byrne. [have a grin that ... somehow manages to not look ENTIRELY creepy]

And that'd be pretty tough anyway, unless he wrote another one about my beautiful apartment and my not so beautiful cat.

[kungfuwitch]

[She smiles right back, unphased by the relative creepiness of that smile]

Not that I know of, sorry. [a pause] You must be new.

[knightofthedead]

Yah. [he tucks the bag of chips under one arm so he can stick out his hand.

oops. that's the left hand. one second. ... okay there we go]

Jon Knight, s'up?

[kungfuwitch]

[She looks incredibly amused as she takes his hand, giving it a shake]

Phoebe Halliwell. It's a pleasure to meet you, Jon. What would you like to know about this place?

[knightofthedead]

Phoebe. Got it. [he takes a moment to think about things as he wrestles the chips open. what WOULD he like to know? he's not dead. if he were dead he's pretty sure he wouldn't be instantly sent to ... a kitchen. that would just be fucked up. actually...]

Any idea who's gonna feed my cat?

[kungfuwitch]

[She laughs]

That's a new one. When we leave here we're sent back to the moment we left. No one will ever know you were gone. [beat] Not even your cat.