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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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You like comic books?

[Well, that's sure brought on a surge of dork solidarity. And...yep, that sure is a comic book with zombies in it. Okay, so this is either a terrible hallucination, or there's a chance that in some world, somewhere, the undead aren't out to get the living.

He has some inner conflict as he decides if he should tell her his name or not. She's technically The Enemy. Except...she's not. She's just a girl with a computer and a comic book. Maybe...maybe this means they're not completely lost]

I'm...Ben.

[She hands him her comic book.]

Keep it...

[She writes.]

My friend Cleo bought me this issue for my birthday, and I already had it. You like comic books too? Do you also like video games? And junk food? And cosplay?

[Yes. The zombie girl is a dork.]

It's nice to meet you, Ben.

[Slowly, knowing he might be leary, she holds out her hand a little, for him to shake if he would, palm up. He'd notice her fingernails aren't the long, ragged things walker nails are. They're short, and neatly trimmed. And she's not attempting to scratch him. She's just offering a hand, like anybody else would to someone they just met.]

[He'll take the comic carefully from her. Yep, that's solid. Chances are that she is a real thing becoming more likely]

Yeah. I mean...I did, before everything went to hell.

[He stares at that hand for a moment. He probably shouldn't do this, in his grand and lengthy history of bad ideas, this is probably right up there. But, like all his bad mistakes, he just ploughs on regardless. There's a moment of hesitation, where he almost takes his hand away, but after a moment he takes it and shakes her hand very carefully. Like one handling a bomb]

Uh...yeah.

[She closes her fingers around his hand, carefully. Her hand isn't slimy. It's cooler than his, yes. But not rotting. And not gross like walker hands probably should be. If he couldn't see her skin coloring, it might be like shaking the hand of a cool-skinned human. And even more surprisingly, after the appropriate amount of time for a handshake, she lets go. No tugging him over the back of the sofa to devour him. None of that. Just a girl shaking his hand... seriously. Then picking up her computer, she writes.]

I'm assuming you were still in school when those horrible walker things showed up? What grade were you in? I'm a sophomore. What's your favorite subject? I ... well I like them all.

[And then she decides to actually mention the social stigma.]

Zombies generally aren't the most popular people at my school. Not because of anything we've done, but we're slow, except in short bursts, and we tend to gather flies and get picked on a lot.

[That was simultaneously the scariest, weirdest and coolest moment of his life]

I was, actually. I was a senior. And I liked English, that was pretty cool.

[He frowns softly, listening to her, and he's surprised to find a little sympathy creeping in there]

It's not right you should be bullied for something you can't control. [Oh god, he really was feeling bad for a corpse, wasn't he? But perhaps, just perhaps, he could understand the feeling. Being outside of the group, living on the fringes, never quite fitting in]

[She smiled at him.]

I wasn't the most unpopular, as I had good ghoulfriends. But I still got my fair share of it. And you are right. We shouldn't but you know how that goes.

[Time for a subject change.]

So... Tell me about this place? Since it's obvious you live here. What is it like, and what is it anyhow? Are there any rules I should know?

[She wanted to ask him instead of writing, but she knew he'd not understand. Language limitations are a pain sometimes.]

Ghoul...friends.

[What is your world even girl]

Uhhh well. It's called Paradisa. It takes people from other worlds, and keeps them here. It's magic...apparently.

[She nods. Magic is something she understands intimately. But she would have giggled if she were capable over his puzlement at the word "ghoulfriends."]

Um. Girlfriends?

[She writes. And then she picks up her hitherto neglected journal and thumbs open the pages to some mention of wishing for something. She digs out a pen, circles the bit about wishing, and draws a question mark next to it. Then she taps it with her finger, her way of asking "What do they mean?"]

Ah...okay, I guess that makes sense. [Oh god does she hang with vampires and werewolves, this that thing?

After reading her writing, he nods]

Yeah, if you wish for things, here, you get them.

[OOC: I am so sorry for what's about to happen. <3]

[Ghoulia thinks about this wishing thing for a minute, and addresses the Castle aloud, in zombie... Oh yup, that is a large order of French fries that pops up in her hand. SWEET. She looks about as surprised as a zombie can, and pops a fry in her mouth, before offering Ben some too. Dork solidarity. She'll share her fries with you. Consider yourself lucky.]

>[[ooc: I am not LMAO]]

[Oh god, it's one thing touching one, but sharing food with one? Ben stares at the proffered fries for a moment, then clears his throat]

It's okay, you eat those, I'm good.

[She really is eating fries and not guts. His brain is having difficulty computing]

[OOC: Neither am I really. Nor am I sorry for this.] <3

[Well, suit yourself, dude. She'll just wish up a cheeseburger and a soda and a candy bar to go with the fries. Heck, might as well eat a meal while she's standing in front of the sofa... But with her hands full of food, she just sits down on the floor right where she'd been standing and starts munching, but does hold up her computer so Ben can see. She's written...]

Are you sure you don't want some?

[He's still morbidly fascinated by this. All he's seen walkers eat before is...well the insides of people, and you tried not to stare at that for longer than you had to. This is so weird]

No, I'm okay, thanks.

[She smiles at him. He's a good kid, really. He'd have almost fit in... Hm. She writes another message back.]

I think you'd have liked the one normie I went to school with. He was a lot like you, kind of shy, very studious, liked to play casketball and hated dodgeskull.

[Good luck with the monsterfied words, Ben. She pulls up a picture of Jackson to show her new friend.]

Casketball. You mean...like basketball?

[He'll just grip onto that, something he can hang onto there. He'll even look at that picture]

Wow, how'd a human end up in your school?

[She nods her head and gives him a zombie grin. Yes yes yes. Basketball is what normies call it. She wishes up a "casketball" and shows him. And then she writes back.]

His mother is the daughter of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. His dad is a fire elemental. His other half is named Holt Hyde.

[She flicks through her computer to find a picture of Holt to show him. Boy this will be hard for him to believe...]

[Carefully]

Liiiiiike the book?

[She nods her head to the affirmative. OH, there are books about Holt's grampa! That was in Normie literature. She quickly writes back.]

But the transformation has gotten easier, less painful and more stable over the generations.

Well, that's something, I guess. I never figured that sort of thing would be genetic.

[Welp Ben, you ready for a scientific explanation? She writes back.]

The chemicals used to affect the change at first were so strong and toxic that they stuck to the DNA.

[How's that for scientific?]

[Wooooow</i.] That's...well I guess it's good for you but not so much for humanity.

[She is curious now. Her writing reflects that.]

What do you mean? The whole school aren't zombies. We have witches, werewolves, werecats, vampires, ghosts, seamonsters, a human, zombies, gargoyles...

[He'll blink slowly]

Wow, so it's a...really interesting school?

[Yes interesting, that's the word he's going to go for]

[She'll smile at him before writing back.]

Yes. Interesting. And sometimes that's interesting in the Chinese sense.

In the...Chinese sense?