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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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[It probably takes him too long to realise he's being watched; he's too focused on figuring out where the hell he is and what the dangers are. But he does, eventually, and his steps slow to a stop as he straightens.]

You gonna take a picture or what?

If you'd autograph it for me, chum, I would.

[The banter is heavier than it would be, normally, and Bruce shifts, a hand going for his grapple gun. Not here. Follow me.]

[His eyes go wide behind his mask. Okay, now feels better for not noticing at first.

When he faces Batman, he's still tense; uncertainty pours off him in waves. But he still nods, hand falling to his waist.]

[It strikes him that he has absolutely no idea what to do. Contingency after contingency for everything in the universe - and there was none for showing up in a magical castle with his second son who'd been taken from before his death.]

[He reaches a quiet part of the rooftop, where they can see most of the castle, and perches there, waiting for Jason to join him.]

[Jason is beside him seconds later, sat down on his haunches as he takes in the view. He'd hoped it might tell him something, but...no, not really.

He glances up at Bruce, and he has no idea what to say. They were arguing, before he got here. Pulling further and further apart from each other.]

It's good to see you.

[The words are still heavy, in a way they never were before his death. When he'd never had the chance--]

It is? [The words fall before he can catch him, softly surprised. He drops his gaze, shifting so his arms are across his chest.] It's just, you know. We haven't been that chummy lately. [Is that why Bruce sounds so sad?]

[Sorry. And he can't even voice it. He buries that sentiment, deep, covers it up with more regret and guilt.]

Why, what happened?

[Jason turns fully, now, looking at Batman incredulously.]

Are you serious?

[He returns the gaze, steady, and when he speaks the commanding growl is there, but softened, almost undetectably.]

Time is more fluid in this place, Robin. What were we arguing about?

[Jason can hear it, that softer note, and it confuses him all the more. It does, at least, help convince him that maybe they are out of synch somehow.]

We were... [Again, his gaze drops, and his voice lowers.] Garzonas. [Well, not exactly, but that was the driving force of all their fights, lately. They both know it.]

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[Garzonas. Perhaps one of the few things that chilled him more than the Joker's laughter.]

He fell.

[it's not a question.]

[His lips turn down, harsh and bitter.] That's what we're going with? [He'd appreciated, at first, that Bruce didn't delve any deeper - hell, refused to see what stared him straight in the face - but now...]

[He is silent, then-]

Unless you have something to tell me.

[Oh.

He wasn't really prepared for that, so Jason just kind of stares at him. Then, slowly, he stands.

He keeps his arms crossed, wrapped around his chest like they can hold him together. When he finally speaks, his voice is hushed.]

It's not what I went up there to do. [He'd just wanted to scare him. Make him stop.]

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