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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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Oh bitching, you must be in the army too! Are you a red or a blue? I can never tell, colour blindness is a fucking bitch.

[She'll offer a bottle of booze over]

Drink up!

I'm wearing goddamn body armor what else would I be .... wait, reds and blues? Aw hell are you another goddamn sim trooper?

[Regardless, she drops heavily into a plush chair and grabs the nearest bottle, popping the cap with a gloved thumb and taking her helmet off to drink.]

I don't know. I like, joined the army to find my brother and they sent me to this shitty canyon, and he whined at me for being on the wrong team or some shit.

[She'll take off her own helmet, for delicious wonderful alcohol]

Aww damn, does that mean you know Tex? Because she was totally hot. And a bitch. But mostly hot.

[Sim trooper confirmed. Still, she was sharing her booze so she can't have been all that bad.]

Oh god don't get me started on Tex. The only thing she's good for is pissing off Carolina. [Wait, one moment --] Hot? you mean you've seen her out of armor?

No, why the fuck would I see her out of her amour?

[Processing. Processing] Ohhhhhhhhhh you're a COP! Like that Wash dude. The white powder is totally sugar. I'm baking a mother fucking cake.

Edited 2013-08-18 22:27 (UTC)

[South stares at Sister over the top of her beer. Was this chick for real?]

[and oh yeah, there was plenty of baking going on. South grabs a packet and makes as if to inspect it.] You know Wash?

[That's still largely up for debate]

Uh huh. The ass came to our base and was a big fat killjoy over everything.

Yup. Sounds like Wash.

[She waves the little baggie of 'sugar' around, smiling a little devlishly.] Can you keep a secret?

Can I ever?!

Okay most of the time I forget shit anyway, but lay it on me!

[South shrugs, good enough for her. She leans in closer and says in a mock whisper, glancing around to ensure she's not overheard.] You see, I'm a dirty cop. You keep me supplied with this 'sugar' and Washington doesn't have to know anything.

[Sister stares blankly for a moment. Processing. Processing]

AWWWWWWWWWWWWsome. I knew you were way cooler than that loser Wash.

[Southe wonders if maybe she used too many big words, but once it's apparent the thought go through, she leans over and holds her hand out to give Sister a high five.]

Name's South Dakota, and you bet your ass I'm cooler than Wash.

Coooool. [That sure is a high five she's getting] I'm Sister!

Who's sister? [South's confused. She knows this can't be a nun. Ah well whatever, she's going to open up one of those packets.]

Dexter, have you met him? He's a whiny fucking loser.

Nah, I haven't. What should I look out for, besides the whining?

He wears armour a little like mine, I think. And he's on the Red team.

Or the Blue team. I forget.

Whatever, he's not a Freelancer. That'll be enough for me.

Oh no, he's not a cop. He's not smart enough to be a cop. Fucking dumbass.

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