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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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[Rin slips back into town in the early morning, Tadaharu still at her heels. She's rather dirty, a little thinner perhaps, with dirt in her pores. But she looks tranquil, a hint of smile around her mouth and her eyes alert, wide open, her stare direct.

She walks right back in the front door like she still lives here, and makes for the kitchen, where she pops open the fridge and starts poking around.]

Hmmm... eggs sound nice...

[It had been a long trip back, but at least the last leg was fast. The wind in his hair, the landscape of the powered zone coasting by underneath him. It felt good to fly. It always felt good to fly.

It's been a few days since he got back, and now Clark feels like he's settling back into the old way of things –– as much as he can, anyway. Things have certainly changed in the year he's been gone, some ways for the better, others for worse. Time to poke around and see who the new faces are, and check in with the old.

Have at, residents: Superman is back in the castle, currently taking a break and sitting on the edge of the roof in his suit, perched there as if the dozen stories beneath him were as threatening as a street curb.]

[ Waking up in strange places is a decidedly bad thing. Now just because that "strange place" happens to be a posh room with a better bed than Ymir can ever remember sleeping on? That doesn't change anything.

What does a rational person do in that situation? ...Who knows. What Ymir does, though, is stash that weird journal into her jacket and jump out the window. Thankfully, she woke up with her 3D Maneuver Gear, so it wasn't quite so suicidal. She examined the surroundings as she repelled down the side of the castle.

She didn't recognize this place at aaaaall. And she couldn't even catch sight of any walls, even as high up as she was. Huh.

Feel free to spot the crazy person going down the side of the castle, or after she's touched down in the courtyard. Whatevs. ]

Edited (herp derp character/series would be good) 2013-08-18 05:05 (UTC)

[Something shaped like a teenage girl just hurtled out of the air and experienced a crash landing through the castle's wall, much like a meteor might. And then, a moment later, Kara is prying herself from the hole she JUST smashed through.]

Ugh, that was not fun.

Edited 2013-08-18 05:46 (UTC)

Riiight. Wake up in a weird castle with a dumb book that makes it pretty clear someone needs a cease and desist with the stalking.

...Which ever costumed nutcase thought it was a good idea to pull me into this joint can feel free to show themselves whenever. If you do, I might only rough you up a little before I take you in.

[Instead of actually investigating the problem ...He's raiding the kitchen of its' doughnuts. Investigating will come next. You can't expect him to work on an empty stomach, can you?]

[On the castle's grounds, one can see a bright light blinked from the sky. But just as quick, something seems to have crashed on the ground, creating a sizeable shockwave within a 20 foot radius. Out of the rubble was a woman, casually dusting off her modern-looking clothes and unfazed by what just happened. On her arms and legs was like some metal armor, but it faded as she took two steps out of the crater she just created.

Sofia is no stranger to winding up to a different place every now and then. Being a super-spy of sorts traveling the multiverse, the idea isn't alien to her anymore. But her eyes narrowed upon seeing a castle]

Another miscalculation.

[Sofia sighed, touching the headset on her left ear, only to get static]

Lovely. I need to find a place for a possible exit back to the Nexus. I thought they really fixed the transportation systems. Ugh, this is embarrassing...

Edited 2013-08-18 06:01 (UTC)

[In the middle of the lobby floor, there's a 35-year-old man in a pilot suit laying face down on the floor. Is he dead? No, but he was on the brink of it. In a grand sacrifice for the sake of his squadron, he was mere moments from death itself in his falling Nosferatu...

But he opens his eyes and lifts his head in confusion. This isn't at all what he'd expected. It's rather nice. And on top of that, he appears unscathed.]

Well, the afterlife is nicer than I expected.

Not waking up is no reason to dump me in a pond!

[ So there's a young man in robes and a long cloak flailing his way out of the pond, silver hair sticking to his face covering his eyes. ]

If you dumped my paperwork in there as well, so help me Ryner-

.... Ryner? [ Sion's just noticed that there.... isn't whoever he's looking for about, blinking about as he lifts his bangs out of his eyes. And that the place is... weird. Where are the giant crystals? ]

[Last thing he remembered was stalking down to meet about Brot-... no, Alter Ego, then sudden pain. The hazy heat that was 'Ishida' was gone, faded back to whereever it came from along with his rage. Instead replaced with confusion.

So Ishimaru does what he does when he's unsure what comes next- stalking the halls, looking for someone that looks to be in charge]

(A)

[The name on the door said Bruce Wayne and he removed it, only to discover that it showed up again. He was in the suit, and this was unacceptable, clearly whoever'd brought him here wanted the money, not the Bat. That warranted a different strategy, and eventually he elected to discard the suit and place it in as secure a corner as he could. Then he gingerly pokes out of the door, looking and sounding sufficiently sheepish, and calling out to whoever walks by.]

Ah, hello? Where might I get a towel?

(B)

[Are you watching closely? It's almost as though someone (or something) is watching you, from the shadows. A pair of white eyes, lenses, in fact. Blink, and it's gone. Was it even there?]

[Are you traveling in the Insolitus today? It's a mighty nice day for a stroll in the place, isn't it? Or maybe you just kind of found a way in there. Paradisa likes to cause that.

You may notice him behind you, you may not, but either way there's a man with a lantern hanging at his belt, pointing a golden blade out. It's clear he has no intention of attacking, however.]

Seems there's quite the array of individuals in this pit, isn't there, friend?

[ The bus should have been a breeze.

Just a half-hour trip followed by a ten-minute walk and Elizabeth should find her porch, those red doors and behind them, her children. Only she must have dozed off to find herself waking up in a castle where she can easily expect a Disney princess stepping out of the corner at any moment. But knowing her, she would sooner expect to blink and find herself staring into the barrel of a gun with an FBI agent on the other end. Or worse, her own people.

Her heart is pounding fast but her breathing is measured, controlled. She walks in a clipped pace down the hallway with one hand in her pocket, fingers wrapped around her gun. The safety is off. She would smile if she sees you, apologetic, before scurrying closer as if to ask for directions. Just your friendly neighborhood mom. ]

[ Catherine must have gone entirely mad.

It would be no surprise. She heard Jane has gone mad too, and that the King has drafted a bill to allow such insane persons to still be executed for treason, so that Catherine would have company until the end. Perhaps that is what he meant when he offered her mercy in exchange for her confession. Or this, an illusion of a castle so lovely she cannot even imagine it in her dreams. It would not be beyond his power to grant such gifts to her. He has always given her so many gifts.

Jane said, back when she was not yet mad, His Majesty spoils you. Catherine knows he does, but is she not worth it? Look at her now, frolicking about the orchards in only her white petticoat and skirts, golden hair set loose about her shoulders. Find her an executioner with an aim so true that he can still find her neck while she twirls about like this.

If she should die, she would rather die dancing. ]

[What was that distant sound?

....was that screaming?

It was growing increasingly louder-- from above, no less, before suddenly--

SPLASH!

After a bout of splashing about, arms reach out to the edge of the duck pond, a soaked teenager halfway pulling himself out. He spits out some water and sighs heavily.]

Aww geez... talk about a lame entrance. At least that fall didn't crack my ass this time...

Knightman, this isn't funny! When I find you I'm going to enjoy disassembling you as slowly as possible.

{ Yeah, Bass isn't too pleased to be in some super looking castle. He's got Blue Bomber's to thrash after all. If you happen to hear and loud slamming, it's likely his fist banging against the wall in frustration.}

[ She is just going to head groggily down to the lake and sprawl next to it before opening the journal up, because - ]

Seriously? I'm back here again?

[Alive again.

Teresa finds herself staring down at her hands before gingerly touching her neck. The memories, don't fit well in her mind. She's been here before, but she's been home, and she's been dead and gone for years and years at the same time. She's been gone from this place, but the structures and the halls are familiar, and she finds her way outside without any trouble.

She only ever stayed in her room when there was someone else with her. Otherwise, she preferred to have an open sky above her head.

She looks up. It's still the same.]

Edited 2013-08-18 08:21 (UTC)

[OOC: Sorry for lack of icons. Will fix later.]

[For the zombie now shuffling her way into the Castle lobby, today had not gone as planned. She'd planned to go to the library, maybe read a book. But when she'd gone outside, she'd found her scooter had a flat. And for a zombie, who moves at a snail's pace usually, this was bad news. But she was resourceful, and determined to get to the library. So, she'd set out walking... and FINALLY made it. But when she shoved open the door to the library (Hmmm. She didn't remember that door being that heavy), she couldn't believe her eyes... This wasn't the library... But she'd shuffle her way inside anyhow, just peering around. Hello residents. Have a zombie, wearing glasses, looking at you. And don't worry. She doesn't want your brains or your flesh. Give her a hamburger and she'd be happy.]

[ he does not know what to make of this. the waking filled cesare borgia with anger and frustration, with the desire to find whoever is responsible for this obvious kidnapping and make them pay dearly for it. were his mood any lighter he would give them credit for such a bold move, kidnapping the son of the holy father, but his mood is as dark as his clothes and he feels nothing of the sort.

he stalks the halls, searching on a thin hope the shadows bare his assassin and not nothing but air. ]

[BAM.

The lobby doors swung open with a bang as a tall man in a dark blue uniform ran out into the courtyard, only to almost immediately come to a halt. He looked around, the feathers on the sides of his head twitching as a confused look came to his face. Wait a second. This isn't the cloud base. How can a cloud base have a courtyard.

He reached a hand up to the side of his blue glasses, eyes scanning over the HUD on the inner side of the glasses as they scanned his surroundings. Scanning... Scanning... Nothing?]

... Er.

[He looked over his shoulder, effectively confused by the fact there was apparently a castle behind him.]

Alright, Caeli. If this is some weird ass hologram system that I don't remember in the Hresvelgr, you can shut it off now. You got me. But I'll be damned if I let you get away with this.

[... ... ...]

Caeli?

[Chell's sitting at a table in the lobby, journal in hand, watching in surprise as person after person wanders in. What on Earth is going on here? She's a very very confused girl right now. But she doesn't see anyone she's recognized yet. And she's glad. That could get awkward.]

[ Is it raining children in the lobby?

It is raining children in the lobby.]

OOF...!

Ow...

[ oh dear heavenhorse it's going to get worse ]

[Out in the pleasant night, there's another guy falling out of the sky-- only this one has a parachute. Because if you jump off of a goddamn airship to escape potential assassination, you better damn well have a parachute.

He releases the harness the moment his feet touch the ground and rolls into a crouch, his eyes locking onto the moon above. He winces- from either the mere sight of the moon itself, or the wounds he's happening to carry.

He stands up and tenses. This isn't where he wants to be at all. In fact, there's a terrible sense of familiarity. And as he looks over his shoulder, his fears are confirmed.]

--No! I was dragged back to this shithole again!?

[ Ah, this is a very odd dream indeed, but what else can it be? Sofia must have drifted off over one of her books and spun this dreamscape from the ether, though there is an odd, too real sense underpinning the place that she finds mildly unsettling. It might have been the tea that appeared on a side table at a thought, the double teapots of a hammered copper çaydanlık gently steaming, or even something so mundane as the nameplates on each door, names she hasn't come across in any of literature that's found its way in and out of her shop.

There should be no harm in looking around though, right? Right. Fortified with a glass of strong tea, Sofia has set out to explore what the castle has to offer, lingering here and there, murmuring to herself all the while. ]

Molto curioso... what a strange place.

[Pyrrha is in the middle of calculating her landing strategy when the scenery she's hurtling towards abruptly changes. She makes a few minor adjustments and arrives on the castle's roof with a perfectly executed tuck and roll, popping up in a one-knee stand, her spear shifting into a rifle that she uses to secure her area.]

Edited 2013-08-18 11:54 (UTC)

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