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vitaelamorte) wrote in entranceworks2015-01-31 11:12 am
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+ TEST DRIVE MEME +
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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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ЩΉӨ, MΣ?
[His eye glows menacingly.]
I KПӨЩ Σ V Σ Я Y Ƭ Ή I П G.
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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?]
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[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.]
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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.
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[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.
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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.]
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[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.]
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...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.]
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[You know, with the green frogs and fluffy dogs and the one that was always banging on a drumset.
Also, P̟̱͝U͖̹P̮̟P̪̪͟E̬̞̳̹T̼̣͔̳̣͕̩S̛̺ ͇͍̺̝̤̕M͈͕͝A̱̜̻̖͕̝͝D̬̖̯͔Ę̖͉̦ ̫͔̰̺̜͉̬OF͔̲͓̼̪̣̬ ͕̣̥̫M̩̘̬̱̪̗̺E̴̟̳͉͕͖Ạ̥̫̬̯̺͜T̨̺̫̳̮̫]
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[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.]
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[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¥ w奧 †ð §kïñ å ¢å†.]
GƧVIV'Ή Mᄂ YFΉЯMVΉΉ ӨЯPV KӨZGV GVXGᄂMЯX YFΉЯMVΉΉ!
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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.]
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[The most caring guy in the uuuuuuniverse.]
ƧӨ ЩΉΛDDΛYΛ ƬΉIПK, KID? GӨƬ ΛПYƬΉIПG YӨЦ Я Σ Λ ᄂᄂ Y ЩΛППΛ KПӨЩ?
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[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.]