+ ENTRANCEWAY TEST DRIVE MEME +

[vitaelamorte]

Has this ever happened to you? You are an adventurous and daring roleplayer bursting with motivation and ideas, and Wonderland seems just the place for you to let your creativity flourish, AND YET... you doubt.

Unsure if your grasp on that one character's voice is as firm as you'd like it to be? Wondering how exactly your regular character's quirks will work out, once you've turned them into a Mirror? Curious and curiouser about how your magnificent muse might fit into the world of Wonderland? Or do you simply want to warm up and stretch your legs, before submitting that application and coming to meet entranceway's characters and players?

THEN WE HAVE JUST THE THING FOR YOU!

If this delicious apple in its constant, looming spin



is the spitting image of the doubts and concerns holding you back from IMMEDIATELY applying one or more characters to this game, then you have come to the right place! Boldly reach for your juicy and vitamin-filled hesitation and crush it between your teeth, with our latest, greatest and most fashionable

♥ ENTRANCEWAY ♥
TEST DRIVE MEME

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[oakay]

[Groot nods his head and uses his vines to envelop the lettuce and pull it in towards him. He sets it on the ground and eyes it curiously. He bites a giant chunk out of it and chews thoughtfully. It's not popcorn nor as good as popcorn but he likes it a lot. He clearly must take over this lettuce patch to stop Zack, the shell goblin, from stealing off of his new food.]

I am Groot!

[He gives his ride a thumbs up and grins.]

[cranston]

[ Looks like he likes it! Billy picks a few more heads of lettuce and goes to go pick up Groot for the walk back to his room. ]

Alright, buddy, hold on tight.

[ With Groot settled on his shoulder and the lettuce in hand, he'll make his way back up to the mansion. ]

[ainteasy]

[ there's no mistaking the intention behind the growth and the twining of his vines. gamora lets her fingers flex through this 'embrace', of sorts. her teeth bite down on the inside of her lip in an attempt to keep her smile somewhat subdued.

it is the sort of moment that might risk ridicule back on the ship. here, alone with him, she enjoys it for what it is. ]

And the same to you. [ she answers. she may not be certain what he's said, but she's confident she can return the sentiment -- whether it's affection, or faith, or simply something kind. ]

NETWORK!!!!

[astrological]

[ you know, peter's actually been out on the mansion grounds talking really loudly to see if any of the trees out there talk back. it's not his finest moment; he won't admit, even in the presence of god him or herself, that he offered every tree food in hopes it was related to groot. (he doesn't really know what type of tree groot is, other than one that doesn't listen to anything he says.) he should've known the menace would be on the network. ]

Groot! [ peter looks exasperated, like a parent who's trying to reel in his oaky child. oh wait, that's peter right now. ] Don't lick that, man! You don't know where that's been.

[oakay]

[Groot reclaims his proud spot on Billy's shoulder and beams at him, holding his lettuce and curious where they are going now. He hasn't found any of his team-mates but he has found a worthy ride. One that had good food.]

I am Groot!

[He pets Billy's cheek. There, you now know you are a good ride, friend.]

[oakay]

I am Groot!

[Get lost, you annoying a-hole.

He licks the device again, this time reaaaaally dragging it out, tongue right against the screen, slimy spit everywhere. You're not the boss of him! He will do it more just to prove this fact. He finally pulls his tongue back and pulls a face at him... and at how gross that tasted cause ew. Where have you been? Not here with him, clearly. Like a bad friend. Instead you were out there, talking to any old tree?

That hurts.] I am Groot.

[astrological]

Hey! Watch your tone, young man ... tree. [ now he becomes uncertain. ] Friend. My really good friend.

[ peter looks a little surprised at himself, but manages to keep his expression stern. there's no messing with this star lord, you little twig! ] Sorry, man, I don't know what to call you. You're older than me but your skincare routine is something to be envious of. You look like you're in your early twenties. Seriously. Great genetics.

[ peter then remembers he's meant to be mad at him. ] But watch your tone! And don't put your tongue on things you don't know! Don't you know this place could turn you into a rock?

[ he actually doesn't know that, but he says it with such conviction he might as well be lewis carroll himself. ]

[oakay]

[A rock?

A rock?!?!?!

He looks down at the phone and then sticks out his tongue and runs his hand along it to try and get all the potential rock-turning germs off his tongue because no. Do. Not. Want. Rolling his tongue back into his mouth, he grins at Peter because he did a Good Job and should be praised/rewarded. That was how this worked, he should be rewarded for doing the basic things anyone nice does because.

He wipes the sticky, wet hand on the device as he tries to poke the image of Peter that is in front of him. Now the lens is smeared and hard to see cause of all the slimy spit all over the damn place. This is just a mess.]

I am Groot? [Are you proud, good friend? Are you?]

Network but action!

[gwensday]

[ She been exploring...on the ceiling in costume, because who the hell knew what to expect from this place ,when she sees him, sitting on the phone and giving it a lick. Well if he isn't the cutest thing she'd ever seen than she'd eat her hat, or her hood -whatever.

She lowers herself to the floor and pulls off the mask, smiling at him. ]

Hey little dude, I don't think that's for eating.

[oakay]

[He doesn't think it's for eating either, it does not taste good. No sir, it does not. He sticks his tongue out and makes an unimpressed noise before dropping the device in favour of looking at the new person.

It's hard to tell if they are to fight or to friend sometimes but she seems like she is not looking to fight.

Ergo, friend. He beams and points at himself.] I am Groot.

gamora » mcu

[ainteasy]

MANSION GROUNDS »

[ gamora (daughter of thanos, galaxy class killer, bona fide guardian of the galaxy, et al) is restless. nothing good comes of restlessness. back 'home', amid the team, she's often the last one to succumb to the chaos that comes with a nasty bought of restlessness. back 'home', it's usually someone else's idiotic restlessness that jars her violently (always violently) out of her own. not so here; not so today.

and so gamora paces the place where beach-sand meets land. she's not here for the view. instead, she stalks toward a palm tree and -- stiff-fisted -- works a deeply embedded throwing knife free from the tree's trunk. the bark shows numerous scores; she's been at this for some time. ten steps and the woman turns before throwing the slim blade yet again. who knows what'll get to her first -- the boredom or the hippies?

later, as twilight sets in, she strides her solitary way back to the mansion. her path takes her through the gardens. curiousity makes her pause by the fountain where she leans her bare palms against the ledge -- letting her crane forward and watch the fishes as they swim. poor unfortunate souls; no more or less free than the rest of them. ]

NETWORK »

I cannot access my accounts. By this planet's reckoning I haven't a single unit to my name.

[ no preamble; no warmth. gamora feels the pang of financial instability and wants to redress it. whatever units she might have hoarded before coming here are unavailable to her now -- these devices won't show her balance. they won't show her anything. she's convinced the vendors would take her money if only she could arrange the transfer. but this technology feels primitive and disconnected. it frustrates her -- a frustration which bleeds like cracked-glass into her voice. rough and impatient.

oh, the pains of an (often) digital currency. ]

What else will the merchants in the orchard take?

[beatupgrass]

Yeah, I kinda figured that'd be your response.

[and, honestly, so long as he isn't putting disgusting things in his mouth, coming an inch close to death, or swearing, Rocket is content to let the twig have his fun.

But he's still gonna sit close by, because almost three years in this place without Groot has made him want to stay as close as he can without being smothering.]

Once you start gettin' people to talk back on that thing, they're never gonna shut up about how cute you are. [he speaks in a high-pitched affected voice.] "Oh lookit the little tree. Lookit his big eyes and his little twiggy hands and feet. Awww."

[little do they know he has actually killed a man. but Rocket knows and it's funny, and he breaks off snickering.]

network

[beatupgrass]

[cue the sound of Rocket's hysterical laughter]

Oh my god. [snort. chortle. wheeze.] I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm just imagining what you're gonna do to those guys when you find out what they wanna be paid in.

[ainteasy]

Rocket. [ as heartwarming as that vote of (kinda) confidence is, this isn't helpful. ] What do they take?

[beatupgrass]

Everything in Wonderland deals in memories. [he's still snickering, because it's so stupid. Wonderland is stupid.] And before you ask- no, you don't get to pick.

[ainteasy]

Memories.

[ not a question. gamora may as well have growled the word. if pressed, there are plenty of memories she mightn't mind dumping -- but that's before broaching the question of where that would leave her. who would she be without those hellish cornerstones?

well, shit. ]

It doesn't make any sense. [ wonderland is stupid. ] What good are memories to them?

[beatupgrass]

Beats the hell out of me, aside from the fact that this place just eats 'em up- possibly literally. You can't swing a stick without hittin' somethin' that's either taking memories, or changing memories, or broadcasting memories or whatever.

[ainteasy]

[ -- a grunt in the back of her throat. angry, if not outraged. rocket had been right to predict her indignation. it's a blessing for those vendors that she's nowhere near them.

the device picks up a clang. metal on wood, maybe. like a knife-hilt slammed against a table. the other guardians might often prove themselves a touch more short-fused than gamora, but that doesn't mean her fuse isn't still (by most measurements) damn narrow. ]

Have they taken any of yours?

[ the barest lilt of concern. would he even know if they had? ]

[beatupgrass]

I ain't stupid enough to do anything that'd take them permanently.

[implying that it's a matter of stupidity- some of it is. (don't go into the Core, don't get things from the Vendors.) Other things, however...]

But on some rare occasions, I have forgotten who I am for a little while.

[he doesn't go into the times he forgot what he was. that was terrible.]

[naughty_nurse]

What are you talking about? Why are you picking on me? I-I was so happy to see another classmate... What did I dooo...

[ainteasy]

I find that hard to believe.

[ -- either because it sounds ridiculous, or else because rocket boasts such a forceful personality. that he should forget himself seems impossible.

gamora's not certain she could ever forget him. some pains in the ass stick with you. ]

[eatsyourscience]

It's like that when you try to get up close in person, too. You're right about the mirrors, too.

[Her powers have never stopped being impressive.]

[noreason]

[Naoki's eyes shifted to the glass of water, then back to Raidou.]

You can be more imaginative than that, right? Anything you want will appear.

[allsharknobite]

[Oh great, now the murderer is crying. Like she used to before she caught the despair disease.]

[Souda's not taking his chances, but...]

Whadya mean, "What did you do?!" Seriously, what's the last thing you remember?

[Probably being shot into the atmosphere and dying?]

[ishisstrength]

[It isn't that unusual to hear Thomas swear but it's different than it had been before. Justine can hear the tension in his voice, the pain. She isn't okay with that and she still doesn't know what's wrong.

Justine takes a step forward.]

Thomas. [Her voice is soft and pleading.] What is it?

[Lara is cruel, Justine doesn't need to see the future to know this. Is that what this is? Lara does something. Is Thomas from another time or has memories that she does?]