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♦ Test Drive Meme ♦

♥ This meme is a chance for new players and/or new characters to try out their voices in Wonderland's setting, and mingle with

entranceway's current player base.

♥ Get started with one of the prompts below, or reply to other people's top-level comments. Both prose and comment spam format is allowed and welcome.

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P r o m p t s

I. Welcome to Wonderland!
Seconds ago you were surrounded by the things you know, but now you may find yourself standing on a strange beach. And you may find yourself in another part of another world. And you may find yourself within the shadow of a large mansion. And you may find yourself in a beautiful room, with a completely useless introductory brochure. And you may ask yourself: Well... how did I get here?

II. Lose yourself to find yourself
It's another day in Wonderland, and another event has come around. For its duration everyone has been turned into a stereotypical ghost. Disembodiment, translucency, and all it entails! Have fun moving through objects and walls, because actually touching a door (or interacting with any other physical objects for that matter)? Not going to happen.

III. Mirror, Mirror, On The March
Aren't you excited? Aren't you thrilled? The Queen of Hearts has chosen you amongst a mere handful, and sent you off to the other side. Whether you infiltrate quietly, or barge in boldly is entirely up to you. Her Majesty has faith in your skill, she knows you will retrieve her treasured Shield from that bothersome Red Queen and her hideous Reals. You will, won't you? You really mustn't disappoint your Queen, or else... OR ELSE.

IV. Wildcard
Play out your character's arrival. Celebrate their anniversary. Choose a different event to experience. Do anything and everything you like!

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ЩӨЩ! YӨЦ KПӨЩ, I'VΣ ƧΣΣП ƧӨMΣ PΛЯΛᄂᄂΣᄂ ЦПIVΣЯƧΣƧ IП MY ƬIMΣ, BЦƬ ƬΉIƧ ӨПΣ IƧ ΉIGΉ-ƧƬYᄂΣ.

[Vanishing in and out of planes of existence is kind of his thing, you understand, and the bright yellow ~~Dorito~~ pyramid that floats over the fountain in the Wonderland garden appraises his surroundings with a critical eye.

Which is his only eye, so, the narration supposes it is a particularly focused critique.]

Щ Ө П D Σ Я ᄂ Λ П D, ΉЦΉ?

[The brochure floating in front of him bursts into flames.]

ᄃΛП'Ƭ ƧΛY I ΣПJӨY BΣIПG- [For a little over a second he turns bright red, the obnoxious rasp a booming fury:] IПᄃΛЯᄃΣЯΛƬΣD [Aaaaand yellow again.] BЦƬ I'VΣ ΉΛD ЩӨЯƧΣ.

Edited 2015-02-07 15:05 (UTC)

[That's...that's a Dorito. A Dorito in a top hat. And a bow tie. With limbs. And flames.

Wirt stares for a while, not sure how to process this nacho-flavored floating nightmare. All instincts are screaming that he should probably leave it alone forever and pretend he never saw it, and really he wants to do that. But, he has to ask.]

...What are you?

[Because he's seen some pretty weird things, but floating Dorito is definitely up near the top of his Weirdest Things list, fighting for the top spot with skeleton pumpkins.]

[This Dorito is a snappy dresser and an all-around Cool Guy, one who doesn't appreciate the implication that he's a floating spiced potato chip. When Bill hears the poor excuse for an introduction he flickers out of existence and reappears in front of the small child dressed like a lawn ornament.

His single eye narrows for a moment, then-]

GПӨMΣ ΉΛƬ!

[He laughs, and the sound is grating - a whisper curls through his voice that isn't quite intelligible.]

YӨЦ KПӨЩ, I ƬΉӨЦGΉƬ IƬ ЩΛƧ PЯΣƬƬY ЩΣIЯD ƧΣΣIПG ƧYMBӨᄂƧ I DIDП'Ƭ MΛKΣ, I BЦƬ ᄃΛП DΣFIПIƬΣᄂY ƧΣΣ YӨЦ. ΉӨЩ'Ƨ YӨЦЯ BЯӨƬΉΣЯ? ΣΛƬIПG ЯӨᄃKƧ ƧӨMΣЩΉΣЯΣ? ΉΛ ΉΛ!

[Wirt nearly jumps out of his skin when the Dorito flickers away and reappears much closer to him than he would have liked. It's accompanied by a startled shout that cracks his voice a little.

Gnome Hat alone isn't enough to worry him (since he's wearing a gnome hat, obviously) but then it mentions Greg and suddenly he's unsettled all over again. This was a huge mistake.

He backs up another foot or two, to try and put some space between them. He can't explain it, but he feels as though he's being stared at on all sides, and it leaves him deeply uncomfortable.]

He's...fine. Uh. How...H-How do you know us again, exactly?

[A huge mistake, or A Huge Mistake? He'll have you know that there's a difference. E=mc2, String Theory, it was aliens! and all that.]

ΉӨЩ DӨП'Ƭ I KПӨЩ YӨЦ? ƧΉӨЦᄂD I ƧƬΛЯƬ ΛƬ ƬΉΣ BΣGIППIПG ӨЯ ƧΉӨЦᄂD ЩΣ JЦMP ƧƬЯΛIGΉƬ IПƬӨ- ЩΉΛƬ'Ƨ ΉΣЯ ПΛMΣ? ƧΛЯΛ?

[For a moment his eye flashes blue before cooling into whatever is considered "normal" for a demon.]

...I KID. YӨЦЯ ƧΉӨΣƧ ΛЯΣ ƬЩӨ DIFFΣЯΣПƬ ᄃӨᄂӨЯƧ, YӨЦ ƧΉӨЦᄂD GΣƬ ƬΉΛƬ ᄂӨӨKΣD ΛƬ.

[Wirt gasps and his face goes pink. For a second he's pretty sure he's never going to breathe again.]

Sara? N-N-No! No, I-- huh?

[He looks down and...wow, he does two different shoes on. How long has he been wearing two different shoes? That's embarrassing for totally different reasons, especially he can't just go get new shoes mid-conversation.]

Seriously, how do you know me? I...I've never even seen you before.

[He's starting to think that's probably a good thing, that he's never seen this Dorito guy before.]

[This has got to be so embarrassing - two different-colored shoes? It's not even Wednesday, the socially-acceptable day to wear different-colored shoes. Bill almost feels bad for the kid.]

ЩΉӨ, MΣ?

[His eye glows menacingly.]

I KПӨЩ Σ V Σ Я Y Ƭ Ή I П G.

[That's deeply unsettling. ...But also kind of fascinating at the same time.]

Everything? Really?

[He ponders the implications of that for a second. Can there really be something out there that knows everything? Everything encompasses so much, after all.]

Does...that mean you can read minds, or something?

[He's got to be able to. How else would he know about Sara and Greg?]

DIDП'Ƭ I ƧΛY ΣVΣЯYƬΉIПG?

[Where's the bird you're always hanging out with, kid? Where's your brother's frog? He can't believe you seriously dig poetry that much. And that clarinet? Ugh, stop trying. You're embarrassing us all.]

ƧЦЯΣ, GПӨMΣ ΉΛƬ, I KПӨЩ ЩΉΛƬ YӨЦ'ЯΣ ƬΉIПKIПG ΛƬ ΛПY GIVΣП ƬIMΣ. ƧΛY - I ᄃΛП'Ƭ BΣᄂIΣVΣ YӨЦ MΛDΣ Λ MIX-ƬΛPΣ. ƬΉΛƬ'Ƨ ƧӨ FIVΣ ΣӨПƧ ΛGӨ.

[Time is an irrelevant construct.]

[He flinches when the Dorito raises its voice, and he can feel his cheeks flush again at mention of the mixtape.]

I-I...I was just...I-I thought, um...

[But then he frowns in thought. His need to be a pedantic teenager is slowly rising above the fear and embarrassment.]

...Wait. Mixtapes didn't even exist eons ago.

ƧΉӨЩƧ ΉӨЩ MЦᄃΉ YӨЦ KПӨЩ.

[He waves a little hand and, for a moment, images flash across his body: the Mayans worshipping the Jaguar god, a stepped pyramid in the jungles of South America, an ancient priest holding a mixtape aloft over an altar smeared with blood.]

ЯΣΛᄂIƬY IƧ ΛП IᄂᄂЦƧIӨП, KID, ΛПD YӨЦ'ЯΣ JЦƧƬ Λ PΛЯƬIᄃᄂΣ ƧMΣΛЯ ӨП Λ ᄂЦMPY BΛᄂᄂ ƧPIППIПG Λ MIᄂᄂIӨП MIᄂΣƧ PΣЯ ΉӨЦЯ ƬΉЯӨЦGΉ ΛП ΣПDᄂΣƧƧ VӨID. ƬIMΣ IƧП'Ƭ ᄂIПΣΛЯ BΣᄃΛЦƧΣ ƬIMΣ DӨΣƧП'Ƭ ΣXIƧƬ.

[What. What the. Why is there a mixtape in there. Why. Wirt squints at the flying dorito, since he's about 99% sure he's being messed with.]

That...doesn't make any sense. None of that made any sense. If reality's an illusion, then what's the point of anything? And if time didn't exist, wouldn't we all just be stuck, frozen in space forever until we're nothing but a distant memory?

[He ain't buying it, Triangle.]

ЩΉӨ ƧΛID ƬΉΣЯΣ ΉΛD ƬӨ BΣ Λ PӨIПƬ?

[Not unlike Pine Tree, Gnome Hat is asking a lot of questions that are better left to the omnipotent corn chips who can handle the answers. His little poetic pea-brain might explode.]

I DIG ƬΉΣ ᄃЦЯIӨƧIƬY, I KПӨЩ PΣЯFΣᄃƬᄂY ЩΣᄂᄂ IƬ'Ƨ ΛLᄂ ƬΉΣ ЯΛGΣ ЩIƬΉ KIDƧ ƬӨDΛY, BЦƬ VΣПDIПG MΛᄃΉIПΣƧ DӨП'Ƭ GIVΣ ӨЦƬ FЯΣΣ ƧПΛᄃKƧ ЩIƬΉӨЦƬ Λ ᄃӨЦPᄂΣ ӨF ᄃӨIПƧ ƬӨ ЯЦB ƬӨGΣƬΉΣЯ.

[You have to pay the piper.]

Edited 2015-03-13 05:44 (UTC)

[That makes Wirt pause.]

...What do you mean? [Then he rephrases that because wow that sounds dumb.] I mean, if you're some...all-knowing triangle or whatever, then what could you possibly even want?

[He sounds a little suspicious, but...definitely curious. You'd think he could use that complete knowledge of everything to get literally anything without any help.]

ƧƬЦFF. ƬΉIПGƧ. I'VΣ BΣΣП PЯΣƬƬY IПƬΣЯΣƧƬΣD IП PЦPPΣƬЯY, ᄂΛƬΣᄂY.

[You know, with the green frogs and fluffy dogs and the one that was always banging on a drumset.

Also, P̟̱͝U͖̹P̮̟P̪̪͟E̬̞̳̹T̼̣͔̳̣͕̩S̛̺ ͇͍̺̝̤̕M͈͕͝A̱̜̻̖͕̝͝D̬̖̯͔Ę̖͉̦ ̫͔̰̺̜͉̬OF͔̲͓̼̪̣̬ ͕̣̥̫M̩̘̬̱̪̗̺E̴̟̳͉͕͖Ạ̥̫̬̯̺͜T̨̺̫̳̮̫]

...Puppetry? Seriously? That's it?

[He sounds kind of skeptical, but mostly just unimpressed. Of all the things an omnipotent being could be interested in, why puppetry? It's got to be messing with him. Right? He's still hesitant, but...he can't see the loop hole. He's still thinking literally and coming up with nothing.

Then again, he's always had a bad habit of stopping just short of asking enough questions.]

I ᄂIKΣ ƬΉΣ ƧIMPᄂΣ ƬΉIПGƧ IП ᄂIFΣ. PЦPPΣƬЯY. MΛЯGΛЯIƬΛƧ. ΉЦMΛП ƧΛᄃЯIFIᄃΣƧ IП ΛᄃƬIVΣ VӨᄂᄃΛПӨΣƧ.

[That old chestnut.]

ΛПD YӨЦ KПӨЩ ЩΉΛƬ ƬΉΣY ƧΛY,

[Somewhere behind him, perhaps in his head, the young, intrepid Gnome Hat will hear a low buzzing sound, the static pop from an old timey electric radio coupled with the terrified shrieking of a cat. Maybe the cat is at the vet. Maybe the cat is being thrown out a four-story window. Maybe the cat is being skinned, because †hêrê årê §ð måñ¥ wå¥§ †ð §kïñ å ¢å†.]

GƧVIV'Ή Mᄂ YFΉЯMVΉΉ ӨЯPV KӨZGV GVXGᄂMЯX YFΉЯMVΉΉ!

[He covers his ears the moment it escalates, but it doesn't stop. He's pretty sure he can actually feel the noise shaking his brain around in his skull, but maybe he's just imagining that part.

Eventually it stops and he breaths like he just ran a mile, and he looks up at Bill.]

What...what the heck was that?!

[SOMETHING TERRIBLE most likely, but he stands up straight and presses against one of his eyes as if that will make him forget the horrible cat screams somehow.]

So you-- you really just give people information for puppets?

[Not that there's anything he wants to know or any horrible forest he doesn't know how to get out of or anything like that.]

YΣP. ЩΉΛƬ ᄃΛП I ƧΛY? I'M Λ ᄃΛЯIПG GЦY.

[The most caring guy in the uuuuuuniverse.]

ƧӨ ЩΉΛDDΛYΛ ƬΉIПK, KID? GӨƬ ΛПYƬΉIПG YӨЦ Я Σ Λ ᄂᄂ Y ЩΛППΛ KПӨЩ?

Well...

[He's clearly hesitant, but...the Adelaide plan is a bust, due to Adelaide being a crazy witch who wants child servants or whatever. Even once they leave Wonderland, Wirt's become increasingly concerned over the last few months that maybe there isn't a way home, and that they'll just wander the woods forevermore.]

...Do you know anything about the Unknown? [A pause.] Th-The place, I mean. Not the general concept.

[He offers no promises of puppets though, not until he's sure this isn't another dead end.]

[ Well hey now, she would recognize that glowing dorito chip anywhere! Which, in her mind, explains why and how she ended up stuck in wonderland. Bill, stop messing with her life, geez. It got old the first time. ]

You. Get me out of here, you freaky triangle!

[The Dorito is partly thrilled to see one of his favorite torment toys and partly concerned that they're both stuck. As concerned as an inter-dimensional dream demon can be, anyway.]

ᄂӨӨK, ƧΉӨӨƬIПG ƧƬΛЯ, ƬΉΛƬ ЩӨЦᄂD BΣ FIПΣ ΛПD DΛПDY IF I PЦƬ ЦƧ ΉΣЯΣ IП ƬΉΣ FIЯƧƬ PᄂΛᄃΣ.

[Which he didn't, for the record. And isn't this chubby-cheeked child often running amok with her pig and/or her meddling brother?]

...ЩΉΣЯΣ'Ƨ PIПΣ ƬЯΣΣ, ΛПYЩΛY? ЯΛIƧIПG ƬΉΣ DΣΛD ΛGΛIП?

Oh, he better not be. Once was more than enough. [ Even if family karaoke was pretty excellent. Still, not exactly the most important thing going on here. Because really, where is her brother? He's okay, right? ]

But that's besides the point. If you didn't do your weird magic biz, then what the heck is even going on?

[Gotta love those impractical pre-teens, so eager to prove themselves and desperate for recognition.

Desperate enough to ~turn to him~.]

ΣΉΉΉΉΉΉ. ӨƬΉΣЯЩӨЯᄂDᄂY FӨЯᄃΣƧ ƧƬЦFF. IƬ'Ƨ ᄃᄂΛƧƧIFIΣD.

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