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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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[She takes another bite to justify silence as she turns that over in her head. Just the three of them. She wants to ask if they and the rest of their group got where they were going, but she doesn't want to hear the answer if it's 'no.']

So far. There a good chance you'll get more?

[From their group, anyway. She doesn't really count herself as part of their group.]

[Or an even worse and decidedly more depressing 'I wasn't there']

I guess. Lee and Clem had been here for a while before I showed up. I guess we're coming in fits and starts.

[Embrace the group life Molly, you can do it. Except, you know, you probably wouldn't like it]

Sucks for them. [She means that 100%. It truly and royally sucks.] I would've applied for a damn visa if I'd known about this place.

[All she can do is hope that she's not actually chewing on a mud pie and hallucinating Ben of all people.]

[No one wants to hallucinate Ben. That's a whole new level of self flagellation]

Tell me about it. This place is fucking bliss compared to Georgia.

[She ain't got beef with you, dude, but yeah. He's kind of the worst.]

So.

[She zips her backpack up with a couple tugs. Convinced enough to stop stealing, apparently, but not enough to put back what she already took.]

What's the catch?

[That's been donated to the Bank of Molly, now. He frowns a little]

From what other people here who've lived here a while tell me, this place feeds off our emotions. Oh, and it takes something important from us, kind of a price for living here.

[She waits, leaning back against the counter.]

-- What, that's it?

The whole place sometimes changes. Like it's turned into Tokyo and some really fucking weird magical school, but it's only once a month or something.

Compared to back home, this place is a cakewalk.

Yeah, if the worst it gets is a free trip to Tokyo, I think we're gonna be just fine.

[And now the kicker question:]

How long are we booked for?

That's the tricky part, no one knows. You could be here for five years, a month, hell, you could be here for just a few days. You've got no control over it. The only advice I'v heard for staying is 'be interesting'.

[Figures. She could only get so lucky before it went to shit.]

Interesting I can do. [She reaches behind her neck and flips her hood up.] Crank up the 'dark and mysterious' to eleven, throw in some geek survival skills, and presto.

[Well, he can't disagree with her there. 'Interesting' is definitely a word he would use for what she brought to their pathetic little group for the short time she worked with them]

I'm sure Lee'd be thrilled. He's trying to find a way to keep us all here permanently. [Molly would likely be included in that 'us'. Lee's stubborn like that]

[She makes an amused noise, more a puff of air than an actual laugh.]

Yeah, color me not surprised.

[It's really the best call for anyone in their situation. Add Clem to the mix and it's pretty much a no brainer.]

But if 'interesting' is all it takes, you guys don't need the help. Trust me.

That's true. We're really good at finding ourselves in really fucking weird situations.

[Or a soap opera. But that's not really the fun kind of interesting.]

Either way, if you guys find something a little more reliable, fill me in, huh? The way I see it, I've still got a favor to cash in.

[Well, he sure can't deny her that, she did save their asses more than once]

I don't think Lee would want you going without the info regardless.

Yeah, well.

[She shifts on her feet and crosses her arms. Her instincts still say to resist the group mentality, even if it's mostly habit. Lee and his group are the antithetical Crawford.]

When he does, I'll call it even.

[Ben's continued existence within the group sure is proof of that. Excluding Kenny's...um outburst]

And then what would you do?

[It's an honest question, really. He's still trying to work out exactly what you do, when you can finally sit back and relax in a place. How you're supposed to find some level or normal again]

[She looks at the wall.

If it's honesty he wants, he came to the right place.]

Fuck if I know.

I'm standing here trying to figure out how many trips it'd take me to empty out the magic, self-populating kitchen. It's not exactly going to be Friday Movie Nights right out of the gate.

[A ghost of a smile crosses his face, just for a moment] It'd take you a while, Molly.

I know, people here still seem to think we can...I don't know, find some sort of normal lie here. But I don't know if it's even possible to go back to that, after everything.

[She purses her lips just enough to keep herself from frowning outright. This is not a conversation they should be having and she knows it.

But, jesus, he's only a couple years older than her sister.

She breathes in deep, and exhales heavily.]

... Look, whatever life you had before, whoever you used to be, that's not coming back. You could stay here forever, they could nuke every single geek there is, but "normal" isn't a thing that happens for us anymore.

You don't see the kind of shit we have and just go back. That's not how it works.

[God, he wishes he could go back. To his his family again. To have never stepped onto the bus going to Macon. But it doesn't work that way, and he knows it]

No. I know it doesn't. I know there's no going back, hell, I don't even know if there's going forward. Not any more.

[She shrugs.]

Not gonna tell you how to live your life, kid. All I'm saying is that the shit's going to be there no matter what you do, and it's not going away.

Up to you what you wanna do with that.

[He'll just shove his hands in his pockets, kind of the awkward and unsure]

I guess I'll just have to figure that much in my own time.

Nobody here is going to do it for you, that's for sure.

[That's the sad reality of it, to her. You can cobble together all the support you want, but when it comes right down to it everyone's on their own to reconcile all the shit they go through on a daily basis.

She watches him, hands on her hips, and sighs.]

You want my advice, quit worrying so much about "normal." I just ate a burger that came out of nowhere, ain't nothing normal about any of this.