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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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[ His hand falls limply to his side, and he takes a breathless moment to take this in before stepping forward again. ]

Carolina?

[ His voice is filled with both hope and disbelief. There can be no doubt that he's utterly surprised by her presence here. ]

[That raw astonishment in his voice isn't something that can be faked. She's heard it from only twice here, really. Three now. The first time had been when he'd first seen her in the Castle, but that had been almost two years ago. She pauses at the doors to the elevator, still frowning over at him from under her visor.

What if the Castle had taken something from him, taken his memories of her here? She's not sure if she should be grateful or really pissed.

Treading carefully in her words, and repeating his from that first encounter so long ago,] What's the last thing you remember.

[No question, just a demand.]

[ All business, just like he remembers from before things started to go wrong. He resumes his approach, almost expecting her to dissolve into thin air if he gets too close. ]

The last thing I remember of you?

[ He shakes his head slowly, with a slight cock to his head. He's still trying to work out how this is even possible. Something about time travel, he reckons. ]

The last thing I remember of you should mean I would never have seen you again.

Not of me. [Although, that places him after her "death." That's not necessarily too different, but if her York-- not her York-- went home, then everything changed.

Unless the Castle simply ended his pain and reset him.

She supposes it would be easier for him to handle if he forgot the relationship they'd had in the Castle before she'd disappeared for three months, only to come back later in the timeline.]

[ He finishes his approach and gives her armor one more little once-over, even yet not quite believing this is happening. ]

Hey, do you know something I don't? Because I don't know what good it would do for me to tell you that.

[Carolina swallows down that bitter pill of distrust, letting it dissolve through her and the apathy cake over the wound. No. She had learned months ago that trying only led to disappointment. It would be better if she just went back out to the Dead Zone. If he was back to his normal, human self, then she had no reason to continue guarding him, right?

She'd just need to clear out the few things she'd stashed in his room. Including the blueprints for her new helmet.]

No. I don't. [Her reply is tight-lipped, if not a little cold.]

Hope you don't mind my saying, but from the way you're acting I think you do.

[ He shifts slightly away, training his gaze elsewhere, thinking for just a moment. ]

A lot of things changed after you— Since you've been gone. The Project looks different and I'm a different person. So, like I said. Telling you the last thing I remember? Wouldn't do you a whole lot of good.

[Carolina frowns over at him underneath the visor, her posture becoming a little more rigid. She'd heard what he'd been up to since leaving the Project, that he had been looking for her, but maybe that had just been a lie too.] I survived, York.

[If nothing else, she hopes that will break the ice. She's told him this before in the Castle and he'd seemed to freak out more about that than her being dead. Maybe the last couple weeks of steps toward trusting him had been a mistake.

No they were definitely a mistake.]

[ He scoffs in disbelief, his eyes through the visor of his helmet now trained directly on her. ]

No, uh, like I said, the last thing I remember of you could not possibly mean much to you, and that just proved it, okay? Christ, Carolina‐

...I don't know, is this the kind of thing they put in sci-fi movies? Will it cause some kind of time paradox if I tell you the way I watched you die?

[That doesn't make any sense to her and she frowns further at him under her visor. Shaking her head,] You were there and you didn't even try to stop Maine?

[Oh wait her anger is back now.]

[ He angles his head lower, voice going a bit softer. They are in a bit of a public space here, after all, even having drawn aside to head to the elevators. ]

I don't know what happened with Maine, but that's not how you died. He had nothing to do with it.

[Well that sends her for a loop and a half. She shakes her head at him.] Maine strangled me, ripped the AIs out of my head, and threw me off a cliff. You know this.

[ He shook his head, flummoxed. ]

No, I don't— That doesn't make sense. Carolina, you died in my arms. Those AIs were too much for you. You...you...

[ It's too hard to tell her, to remind her of the way she broke down at the end, but it is a reminder of why he was so surprised to see her in the first place. He reaches to set his hand on her wrist, though the contact won't mean much since he can't feel her skin. ]

Carolina, nothing would make me happier to think you survived your suicide. But if that's true, they never told me.

[Carolina continues to frown at him, doing what she can to gently tug her wrist from his grip. His revelation still hasn't made it any easier to handle being touched by him.

But suicide. She had... if she was honest, she had been quietly thinking about it since the Tokyo World Change, but every time, she had reminded her that it was quitting. She couldn't take herself out of the game, no matter how painful everything became, how stifling the apathy became.]

I never-- [It's hard to even try to communicate to him that that never happened it must have been a dream of some kind.] You must have had a nightmare.

[She takes another breath.] Texas knocked me out during the sparring match. When I woke up, you were gone. You two had defected.

[ He's starting to think something is going on here, something beyond the words they're saying, the divergence in their memories. ]

Okay, this really does sound like sci-fi bullshit, but I think we might be from different timelines or something. Because I don't remember you and Tex getting into a match. Things were too... [ Another head shake. ] You never sparred with anyone when you had those AIs.

[Carolina shakes her head at him. No, as much as things were... jumbled following her implantation, she knew that she had tried to fight Texas. Right before her father shouted her mother's name with so much agony that it had resonated with her own AIs.]

I tried. I fought her later when I still had them. [Right before being strangled and thrown off a cliff, that is.]

[ All right, well, she's so insistent he's going to take her at her word. ]

Carolina, how— I mean, I don't know how you managed it. The woman I saw in you was so broken down... And you never told me anything about it. Why?

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belated trigger warning to anyone reading

whoops I never think of these things :c

It's okay! <33

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