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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

Sorry not sorry

[say_it_thrice]

[Suddenly there's an arm around your shoulder, Molly. Where did it come from? This guy. Where did HE come from? Best not to question these things

He snorts, adjusting his lapel and brushing some grave dust off his jacket before smiling at the girl]

Hey, baby.

/FACE IN HANDS

[scaler]

[Her only response is to brace her hands against each other, and to slam her elbow back towards his nose.]

AHAHAHA

[say_it_thrice]

[As the elbow connects with his nose he yelps and lets go of her, grabbing at his face as he stumbles backwards. He doesn't bleed, though. How would he?He's DEAD.

His voice is nasally as he speaks, his hand still clutching his noise]

Now dat's just rude. What'd I ever do to you? ... Or, for that matter. [He lets go of his nose, grinning. Suddenly he's on her other side, smoothing his hair back] What could I do to you to deserve that?

I'M SO SORRY

[scaler]

Keep being a fucking creeper, for one.

[She hefts her ice pick, standing her ground even as her eyes skitter to follow him. All of her instincts are screaming WALKER, but he's too fast for a walker. And, well, he talks.

Not that not being a walker has ever stopped her from swinging before.]

That is, if you want me to take your head off.

SO AM I

[say_it_thrice]

Don't mind if I do.

[He reaches up, grasps his own head between his hands and pulling upward. His head separates from his neck and he lifts it up]

[scaler]

[Four months ago, it would have been an understatement to call that shocking or horrifying. But when you've lived nearly four months in the apocalypse where that sort of thing happens more often than getting a decent meal, it means one thing: danger.

Yeah. No comments, no questions, just an ice pick swinging for the fences.]