+ ENTRANCEWAY TEST DRIVE MEME +

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Has this ever happened to you? You are a young and dynamic roleplayer full of inspiration and zest, and you have just the fictional character to enrich dreamwidth's roleplaying world, AND YET... you doubt.

Is that magnificent voice in your head shakier than you would like it to be? Are you bringing out an old favourite and need to be sure they haven't gone rusty from disuse? Do you need an opportunity to perfect your character's Mirror before sending them out to tag? Or do you simply want to take a look at Wonderland's atmosphere, and get to know some of entranceway's characters and players?

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If the fears and doubts expressed towards this piece of fruit



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TEST DRIVE MEME

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Comments

[ofletters]

"I mean, that'll work, too."

Whatever keeps you sane in an insane place. Sam eyes the stranger and his shifting expression. When the guy introduces himself, the younger Winchester offers his own hand, shaking firmly.

"Sam Winchester. Nice to meet you, Billy." There's something below the surface of this guy, but he's not exactly sure what it is, yet. "Where'd you come from, right before this? If you don't mind my asking."

It'll almost definitely offer some insight into Billy's demeanor... unless he lies.

[fissure]

Suspicious wording, Prior notes, thinking it particularly out of place for all they've already said. It has got him thinking, though, about the moments before his arrival, and how he can't quite convince himself that wasn't the real dream. (Or nightmare, as he has the great luck of remembering it, as Rivers would remind him.)

"France," comes his clipped reply, so lacking in detail it might as well be useless. It says something - he's certainly not French - but it doesn't speak of the turmoil, of the limping Western Front, nor does it really give Winchester an indication of what makes Billy so frightfully churlish. And why should he explain that? He doesn't know the guy from Adam, and even if he did, the Americans have certainly won themselves no favor in their bumbling attempts to find glory, arriving so late to the party.

He deflates, his shoulders dropping and his chin dipping. The end had been so near, although he has no way of knowing that now. Within hours they would be making a great push, a terribly inefficient shove at the Front that would cost Prior his life. While ultimately effective - one of the last offensives of the war - it would also claim a thousand more lives in the process.

"Why?" He thinks it a fair question, if only because of the wording. Why is it important to know just that? He hardly thinks it a coincidence the question feels so out of place.

[ofletters]

"Why?"

There are a lot of reasons he might want to know, a lot of reasons that he does want to know, but Sam merely shrugs, looking as if it had been nothing more than a polite inquiry.

"Everyone comes from a different place, more or less," he explains. "And... sometimes, the memories of that place come back to haunt you. Literally. And not just you."

That's too foreboding to let lie, so he sighs and goes on: "Wonderland's got a way of... twisting our memories and bringing them through here. We call them 'events,' and they crop up every few weeks."

Some are kinder than others. He thinks briefly of his own, of the rooms that bore dream-like fantasies. That hadn't been so bad (though it was arguably cruel).

"So if I catch sight of any, uh... French flags, I know who to blame," he finishes by way of offering levity.

[fissure]

"Won't be the French you'll want to look out for," he muses grimly, and not without effect. In Prior's world, and especially in his own mind — where he surely must be, surely — there's no ignoring that particular beast. Where unknown, there place monsters, Billy recalled, his head shaking slightly in response to his own thoughts. The sheer frustration he feels because everyone so conveniently ignored the known monsters in their midst for so long has yet to sift through, and what lingers irritates like thorns in his socks. But thorns, at least, and not something so much worse.

Who has time to imagine monsters, anyway?

Instead, he imagines for maybe just one moment that he's not at war with everyone and some of that aura of displeasure is allowed to fall away. "You don't happen to have a cigarette, do you?" Woodbines, Lucky Strikes, it's all the same, he thinks (until he has room to choose, of course). "I've gone without plenty, but there's certainly no signs of famine here..." His eyes cast around a wary glance. He could probably roll up the sidewalks and smoke them if this really is Wonderland.